Lady Annisa Edinburgh

I'd rather Iggy, than Twiggy any day!

2012-02-21T22:49:00.001Z

I know this picture has been around for a little while, and been commented on lots in other blogs. The caption says it all for me really. I enjoy cross dressing as part of a session, where I'm in control and it's not all about the preening and the pouting in the mirror. I'm far too hands on to be wasting time on that. What I love more than anything else is, when I dress someone in womens underwear and they look so proud to be in it, like they belong. As Iggy says, it's not shameful to be dressed as a woman. When someone can embrace another side of themselves, a side that society as a whole tries to hide, it can be liberating, both for them, and for me. Why should it be shameful to look and act like a woman? Is it because we are inferior? Is it because we don't have some of the same qualities and attributes as the male gender, qualities and attributes that society deems more worthy in a person? Or is it just simply that some men don't feel they look particularly good in womens clothes and it's more about the asthetics than the gender differences? Is it in fact about their own guilt and repression of desires they've long kept secret? I don't mind if it's just about the asthetics....I can work with that, hey I'm a woman and I've more make up and wardrobe tricks than the best Wardrobe Mistress in theatreland. However, working with someone's guilt and repressed sexuality is taking it to another level. I think I'd be happier leaving that one to Ms Pamela Stephenson!

So looking again at Mr Pop, no he's not the best looking model for that dress, or even the handbag. However, he holds himself well and any seasoned model would be impressed with the look of self belief and attitude that old rocker has.

Kilimanjaro Kick Start

2012-02-03T14:30:00.000Z

My training for Kilimanjaro has not quite started yet. At the moment I'm not allowed to do my running for another 2 weeks and it's another 8 weeks before I can do the Boot Camp I've signed up for. I'm getting itchy feet with all this inactivity. So I've headed back to the gym a couple of times this week, just to do some power walking and power cycling. The temptation to just go for it with the running is killing me.....but I'm being very restrained, for once!

So given the training can't quite start yet my thoughts have turned to the other side of the challenge, the fund raising side. I've had a bit of inspiration to kick start the funds coming in. In fact I've now got loads of ideas running around in my head (well at least there is some running going on, and I don't need to worry about any damage done with that type!). Anyway back to my idea....so despite my last blog about not always getting what you want, I'm going to turn that on it's head for the month of February and give you just exactly what you want! Anyone coming for a session in February who puts a donation into my charity box can either request a certain outfit for me to wear, or request a certain session type activity. Now.....be sensible about this, don't request I session just wearing a thong....cos it aint going to happen boys! Nor should you request anything that is on my hard limits, but really I'm sure I didn't need to point that out. So if you've ever hankered after trying something new but where too shy to ask then just put it in an email to me with the pledge to pop a donation in my box and Lady Annisa will oblige......oh and please don't insult me by putting just a £1 in the box....or you will be spanked, you have been warned....:D

You can't always get what you want

2012-01-30T09:51:00.000Z

But sometimes....just sometimes, what you get is just what you want or need.

I've got a fairly new (six months or so) slut that I'm enjoying playing with. Where we are now with our play is very far removed in one respect from where we started, but in another we are just exactly where we started. Let me explain. I feel headspace wise we are far removed from where we started, the physical activities are much the same as where we started though we are moving things up a gear every time we session.

To get the full picture I have to go back to the beginning. When we first started corresponding about sessioning he admitted he had never seen a Mistress before but had a fair bit of experience with certain activities with a partner and hoped to expand on this. He certainly seemed submissive and wanted to submit. All well and good. Our interests match, we sessioned and both of us had a great time. We seemed to have a good chemistry that worked for both of us in session. He wrote some feedback a week or so later that confirmed he had enjoyed it as much as I had and wanted to come back for ongoing training on a regular basis. Then a little bit of a stumbling block for me was sneaked in at the end of this feedback. He would like to confine the two hour session to his two most favourite activities....!!!

Cue my reaction above!!!

Ok, in all seriousness I did a very frank and honest reply saying I would find it very restrictive and boring should I stick to two activities, it does not lend itself to Female Domination, more like service provider and leaves me no room for creativity. Also he would know exactly what was going to happen each time he visited me so there would be no element of surprise, who wants that? I finished by saying that I thought he should think about approaching another Mistress to see if anyone else would be happy to continue his training.

A few months later he wrote back asking me to reconsider. He accepted that I wasn't a service provider and had felt he worded things wrongly, in doing so it made it appear that he was not submissive and that he wasn't looking for me to take control. Over the course of the next few emails it became apparent that the problem was just one of communication. We both viewed Female Domination the same way, had the same ideas about me being in control but it was just difficult for him initially to articulate the feelings he had about submitting and separating them from activities. We agreed to give sessioning another try knowing I might do his favourite activities, I might indulge him, I might tease and torment or I might not do them ever again. The choice was mine.

So we have progressed. Sometimes I feel like indulging in his favourite activities, sometimes I don't. Sometimes I prepare for them and then just don't do them. Sometimes I've spent the whole session on doing them. He never quite knows what to expect when he comes. I love the torment and tease element, but I also love the fact that one aspect of his favourite activities we are both pushing the boundaries with. I've not got anyone else at the moment who can take quite as much as he can so that alone makes me eager to participate, to get my fix, to push my boundaries.....and I'm loving every minute of it.

So to conclude, the moral of this story is the importance of communication. I'd hate to think I'd be missing our on so much fun just because we didn't understand where each other was coming from and a clearer understanding has opened up new doors for both of us.

Above and beyond the call of duty!

2012-01-12T22:32:00.001Z

How do you like my rather sexy, fetching stockings?

For the first time ever I put myself into the hands of others and gave up control (only slightly!) while I participated in indulging in my medical fetish from the other side of the bedsheets. Yes, for the first time ever I was a patient!

All in all it's been actually quite a positive experience. I was in theatre for just over 3 hours, which was longer than anticipated but then I'm never one to be very compliant. Was fully awake within an hour or so and was participating in giving my own anticoagulation injections before the evening was out. I was even planning on removing my own sutures when the time comes until I discovered the Surgeon kindly put in dissolving sutures to make a nicer, neater scar. I knew there was a reason I picked that particular Surgeon, she wants to make my wound site as aesthetically pleasing as possible. I strongly suspect she is a perfectionist which is quite handy for the career she has, indeed!

I'm now totally pain free, totally mobile, at home and thoroughly bored. I've been surfing the net today trying to stop myself indulging in my next big fetish....shopping. I find there is always something I can convince myself I NEED for my premises. Though anyone who visits may well disagree.

I've got a list as long as your arm of the things I wanted to do over the next week or so while taking it easy. Let's see how much of it I get done before the need to shop takes over.

So with that in mind, I shall be back sessioning the week beginning 23rd of January. Looking forward to doing bad things to people again, I'm getting withdrawal symptoms.

So a bit thank you for all the good wishes I've had from people, even people who only read my blog and have never met me. That's quite touching, thanks again.

Well that was 2011, Hello 2012

2012-01-05T23:50:00.001Z

Like most people, the end of the year brings a bit of reflection of what's gone on in the last year, the ripple effects and how that shapes their future.

I've had probably the most turbulent year of my existence so far. Without trying to sound all Pwincess like, I do mostly live a charmed life. I like it, it suits me and there is not much I can complain about. However, as I said it's been a topsy turvy year for me. The biggest event was losing someone very close to me, very suddenly. As the months have passed things have become easier, but the first Christmas, the first New Year and all the other firsts brings it home to me, him not being here. Having said that life goes on, everyone loses someone close at some point in their lives. I refuse to feel sorry for myself. I also refuse to say what a terrible year it's been. Yes, I've been devastated by events but time is a continuum and life events wax and wane giving us an opportunity to look at life, what it means, what's important and how that should manifest in the future. I've always found that losing someone close actually ends up being life affirming. It makes me stop the mundane and go back to my bucket list. Look at what I've achieved and what's still to be achieved.

With all this in mind I've made a commitment to doing another major charity challenge next September. I'm heading off to follow the celebs and climb (or maybe crawl, depending on my fitness levels) Kilimanjaro. Like my last challenge I'm doing it for Marie Curie Cancer Care. I'll be doing a few more charity auctions of sessions as well as other creative session ideas for raising funds. All straightforward donations will gladly be accepted too. My fund raising target is £3750, given I raised around £3600 with the China Challenge then I'm very hopeful I can do it. I'm already on my way to getting the first £1000.

As far as kinkiness goes, I've got a few plans for this year, and a few investments to make before revealing those plans. Onwards and upwards.

So, here's to looking forward to the New Year and everything it brings. I'd like to wish everyone a happy New Year with lots of kinkiness and pervery to go with that.

Another Rogues Gallery

2011-12-16T11:51:00.001Z

It's a busy time of year for everyone so I've not got time to do a proper blog. Though that's not to say there are not lots of things rattling about in my head....now that the sutures have healed....:) Given that, I'm just posting a nice winter warming gallery to put a smile on my face at least!

Quick...another facial shot!....and Heavy Rubber

2011-12-08T09:37:00.001Z

Following on from the great success of the last facial shot, I've decided to carry on with them as a theme.....this one shows off my eyes quite well I think, not sure the eyeshadow suits though. This is one half of the heavy rebreather combo that I talked about in this blog. The other half was being used by my rather lovely heavy rubber slut who had just been enjoying a very intense series of rubber clinic therapies as seen below.

My fellow rubber lover had been extolling the virtues of chlorinated rubber, especially for gloves. He's had a few items done and raved about them. Sure enough when I tried his gloves out I was well impressed. However, at the time I was in no need for any new rubber items and certainly not any rubber gloves. Then within the space of 3 weeks I totally shredded 3 pairs of gloves trying to pull them on mid scene without any talc, that'll teach me! So he very kindly obliged in restocking me with some lovely full length red gloves, short black ones and still another two pairs are on order awaiting delivery. This session, I had no such worries, they glide on effortlessly and mean I can chop and change the gloves without too much hassle and also take them off should the need arise with putting him in tight hoods etc. I'm totally in love with chlorinated rubber and I'm now drooling over some more items to put on my wish list from Santa. I'm thinking I might even get a nice cat woman hood for myself given with chlorination, they go on so easily. Possibly another opportunity for the facial shots gallery there....:D

Sutures, Surgery and Limited Availability

2011-12-02T18:36:00.001Z

Further to my last post, I'd just like to thank everyone for their concern. I've had lots of email contacts asking after me following my head hitting the bar incident. I'm totally fine, 100% and have been since at least 10 minutes after it happened. Whether I appear sane and lucid is another story! The sutures have now been removed and my rather fetching blue highlights have gone....purple is more my colour anyway!

Ok on to the Surgery now. I'm booked in for planned surgery on January 9th. I'll be in hospital for 2 days but have been told that I may need to stay off work for at least 3 weeks. Given I'm such a good patient (ok, maybe not so good with giving up control, but good with the pain side of things) then I'm thinking and hoping I might be back sessioning rather sooner than that. Given that, and the holiday season, I may well have limited availability until the end of January now. Even when I do come back to sessioning, I'm guessing that full on energetic sessions where I climb all over the furniture, swing from the suspension and have near death experiences with overhead gantry's might be out for a while....I'll just have to opt for foot worship and grape peeling sessions.......

Sutures, Needles and Anaesthetic

2011-11-23T11:08:00.003Z

I've been indulging in my favourite fetish, bloodplay, needles, sutures and all things medical. Not all totally expected but then life is never dull at the Fetish Clinic nor is the life of a Medical Mistress routine.

I happened to use the biggest needles I've got (well except for the biopsy needles!) and pierced a deserving slut through the nipples on Monday. He took the pain well, didn't scream, he was warned, and basically endured probably his most painful activity for him to date just because I wanted to experiment with him. I wanted to see how much he could take pain wise after he had orgasm'd, and also to determine if his submissiveness diminished post orgasm. I've been interested in this for a while noting the difference in some people, but that's a whole other blog, for another time. Back to my nipple treatments, as I said he did quite well. He's managed to orgasm while enduring the insertion of a metal sound and some anal treatments, all of which shocked him I think. I was pleased so after a bit of comedown and a bite to eat I decided it was time to take him into the dungeon.

All going well, I had him on his back, on my rack with his arms above his head, his legs in stirrups and all strapped in. I was enjoying more anal treatments of him but then decided as is my wont, that I would climb up on the rack and in doing so bumped my head on the overhead gantry. When I say bumped, that's exactly how it felt, nothing more, carried on with what I had intended doing and was leaning over said slut when I thought I noticed blood coming from his nipples, lots of it, and it was pooling all over him....lovely to see but a bit disconcerting considering I'd taken the needles out a good half hour to an hour before. Then it suddenly twigged.....the blood was not his, but mine, dripping fast and furious from my head wound that I'd thought was just a bump......ooops. That's what happens when you're enjoying yourself, you just don't notice the pain or you process it differently. So a bit of a clean up job required with pressure applied to said wound. I do normally suit red, but dripping down the middle of my face and bouncing off my chin onto my boobs is never a good look....not even for me. However, I was a total trooper and despite the most massive laceration you've ever seen (think Grand Canyon here!....ok, maybe just Cheddar Gorge.....ok maybe just a tiny fault line then!) I carried on....needs must and all that, hey I was enjoying myself and nothing should get in the way of unadulterated hedonism!

Fast forward a few hours and I found myself and my Grand Canyon sitting in the waiting area of the local A&E department. With the company of the great unwashed, the hygienically challenged and mentally hopeful I decided the best option was to stick my nose in my kindle and escape the worst that the Scottish National Health service has to deal with (I've seen enough over the past 20 odd years to make even the most entertaining of evenings in A&E just as mundane as a day at the office!). Eventually I was seen by a twenty something Registrar who was far too fresh faced to be dealing with the plethora of retards I'd been sitting amongst, maybe she was on drugs...! Anyway after the usual examination she concluded that I needed sutures and would proceed to go get some local anaesthetic before commencing the suturing. I had other plans and said I'd rather she just went ahead with the suturing. This stopped her in her tracks....she was already bouncing out the door in her reeboks heading for the lignocaine with adrenaline. Not a normal request I'll grant you, but I did explain to her that I knew it would take at least 3 injections to numb the area, and given how many sutures it needed, she would probably be not much more if she just went ahead and sutured without. She was rather amused and intrigued that someone should request no local, but I was even more amused when I told her that when I do sutures, nobody gets the option of local. I don't think she quite believed me but she enjoyed herself carrying on suturing my head while chatting about what a good pain threshold I've got. I'm now sporting some rather fetching blue nylon highlights in my hair and have my first chapter in my book of dungeon based injuries written. No subbies were harmed in the making of this blog....honest, he thoroughly enjoyed every minute!

Roleplay again, this time with an idiot!

2011-11-13T22:19:00.002Z

I've written a bit about roleplay recently but it would appear that I've not been terribly clear. So I'm going to dig deeper into my thoughts as well as trying to understand the psyche of others. Though I suspect I'm on a hiding to nothing with that one! This is going to be a long rant, get yourself a full fat, fully loaded, fully caffeinated coffee, or switch off now if you're feeling under the weather and not up for listening to me putting the world to right!

I've always been extremely reluctant to give time, energy, web space and too much thought to the idiots that approach a Professional Domme with a view to wasting our time. I like to spend my time on the people who come to me, the ones who engage on my level and the ones who I get a huge buzz out of seeing. I'm of the opinion that you reap what you sow and giving time to negative influences can just lead to more negativity. However, sometimes those thoughts have to be put aside when there is something much bigger than what goes on in my head at work here. I've never been a fan of blogs that constantly deride the people who contact us, never liked reading websites where the Mistress slags off time wasters, I know they deserve it, but again I think negativity breeds negativity. However, needs must and I have to just get on my soapbox about this one in particular.

So, getting back to roleplay. As I've said in the past I'm not a fan of structured roleplay and only indulge with 3 people who are fabulous to session with, who totally allow me free reign on what we do, the ideas and the outcomes. I decided long ago this was the only way to go for me after having a rather strange experience with someone who had a roleplay scenario in mind. This was something I agreed to, though I did tell him that I would vary the script slightly as to play it exactly how he wanted was for one a bit unrealistic and dangerous, and two a bit boring for me given the said scenario. The day arrives, the roleplay is played out, he goes home apparently happy. I reflect on what was involved and what could have been better or improved on. When I get his feedback he complained about a number of things. These are as follows.

1. He complained there was no cigar involved, despite the fact he said he liked the thought of menthol cigarettes or cigar smoking. So I went with the menthol cigs.......I'm not sure I've got the butch look for a good old Cuban!

2. He complained that only leather restraints were used and not rope bondage, specifically shibari.....has anyone ever managed shibari ropework on another person who is struggling in a take down situation?....I know I'm good but good god I'd need 4 pairs of hands for that! Or even better the six pairs of Goddess Shaki would just about do it!

3. He complained that metal cuffs were not used despite the fact he had said he only liked leather or rope bondage, no metal!! I've yet to come across metal cuffs that are not actually made of metal.

4. He had mentioned that he liked to be gagged with an inflatable gag. I used various gags on him throughout the scene moving up to larger and larger gags with the intention of using the inflatable one last. He brought the scene to an end before the inflatable gag was used. He gave me the agreed information that meant the scene was brought to an end. Therefore I never had the opportunity to use said gag. I guess I should have done everything in the agreed roleplay within the first 5 minutes to be assured that I managed to fit it all in!....my bad again!

5. And lastly he complained that I used a knife in my take-down scenario and not a gun!!...to be fair he has a point, I don't have a gun and it's probably just as well I don't, I'd be tempted to use it today on this particular knobwank!

After giving him my thoughts on all of this he then asked for another session which I refused. However, it seems he is a determined little bugger and has contacted me at least once every 6 months in those 4 years, albeit with a different name and email address, but with the same scripted scenario. How thick does he think we are. And when I say we, I mean myself and other Pro-Dommes, as it's come to my attention his name is on some of the Pro-Dommes websites in Scotland as being a bit of a time waster.

Back to present day and in the recent past I've had a contact via my website from someone who was into various things, all sounding reasonably interesting but nowhere in there was roleplay. We chat back and forward via email, again no mention of roleplay. We then chat on the phone, again no mention of roleplay. You can see where this is going surely? Anyway, he pays his deposit we arrange a session time and that's all that needs to be done until the day of the session. However, I then get an email just yesterday regarding the session tomorrow. He wants to just add some information regarding a suggested scenario that he feels too inarticulate to mention on the phone. There in the email was at least 3 pages worth of a roleplay scenario with every aspect micro managed even down to how I should wear my hair. To say I was rather surprised is an understatement, given he had never once mentioned about a roleplay scenario. I write to him and tell him I'm not interested in his scenario, it's too scripted and even if I was to be interested, to leave it until the 11th hour to spring it on me is just downright rude. I'm not interested in any roleplay under these circumstances and we should cancel. I tell him I will return his deposit if this roleplay is that important to him then he should see someone else.

I heard nothing back from him. I then decided to do a little bit more reading of said scenario and realised this all sounds very familiar. Down to the inflatable gag, the menthol cigarettes, the interrogation, the gun for the take down.......everything. Seriously, what the hell kind of drugs is this man on? Ok before I go off on a rant let me just start to analyze what's gone on and what the implications are.

If things had gone ahead, does he seriously think I will not recognise him as the idiot I had in my chambers 4 years ago? I know some people forget names/faces, but I have a very visual memory, would he be happy to take the chance?

How much does having your needs/fantasy met mean to someone that they are happy to deceive someone else to that degree?

How unhealthy must your fixation on a roleplay or fetish for that matter have to be for you to be unconcerned about how freaked or uncomfortable you are willing to make the other participants? This is the stuff of psychopaths. They have no conscience and decide in the grand scheme of things that the ends justify the means.

If someone has said they do not want to session with you, they do not want to engage with you and would you please stop texting and emailing, why would you keep trying to reinvent your persona's to try to do just that? Why would you want to be in the personal space of someone who really, really, really does not want you there? What in your psyche lets you ignore all of that just to get your needs met?

Tonight my dear reader I'm quite flummoxed by all these questions and have no answers. However as well as that, I'm quite angry. Angry that this person thinks his needs are more important than any undesired negative emotions he has instigated by all of this.

As I've said, I'm not into doing a name and shame type blog. However, if any other Pro Domme wants the names, email addresses and telephone numbers used by this individual then feel free to email me and I'll pass on his details......gladly!

Roleplay

2011-11-03T23:05:00.000Z

I've been tempted in the past to say I don't do role play, but that's not strictly true. So then I've said, I only do role play as such with 2 or 3 people whom I enjoy some scenarios we've acted out together. In all of these 3 cases I've been sessioning with the person for a long time, one for over 5 years, the others about 3 years. I think it's fair to say I know them quite well. In my earlier days as a Pro-Domme I tended to experiment with role play a bit more often. Eventually deciding on just indulging with the few people that I had a great time with. Those that had an initial idea, something I could let my imagination run with. One in particular we immerse ourselves in it so much it's hard to not become so engrossed, that I forget who I really am, well I certainly do for the time we are in role.

Mostly I avoid what you would typically call role play these days. I avoid it because I enjoy the ones I do but don't really want to indulge any more unless something that really piqued my interest came along. While writing about my recent adventures about Maid Smart, I got thinking more in depth about role play and my thoughts on it. I've wondered how far you could say any of our play in Professional Domination is role play. Thinking about it, a lot falls into the role play category. One that springs to mind is the role of Medical Mistress or Fetish Nurse, well unless you have a Medical Degree or Nursing qualification, then you are playing a role and effectively role playing. Lets face it, our fetish clinic patients certainly don't require to have sounds invading their urethra, nor do they really medically require that 2 litre enema bag we are about to introduce to their rectum. Unless you are 24/7 Mistress to every submissive and slave who comes to you, then you are playing a role for the duration of your encounter. To a lesser or greater degree you are playing a role. Some call this acting, I'm not so sure. I feel it's more a role we take on while exerting and enjoying our Dominant nature, after all you don't need to be Dominant to act. Dominance is something that I feel is with us and inherent to our personality, not something you take off and put on for certain encounters. Dominance is something once you hone it and develop it, runs through your core, pulsing in your veins, it's just who you are. It need not be on show for everyone to see, nor does it need to be at the forefront of your encounters, but it's there 24/7.

Some people are quite Dominant but don't get any sexual pleasure from it, some can't get sexual pleasure without being Dominant, both of which are equally valid and both types of Dominant will have those who are drawn to them for their type of Dominant qualities. Who are we to say what is the 'right' way to be Dominant. I've also seen some people sneer at those who like to indulge in role play as if it is not quite as Dominant or twoo as just being yourself. Again, who is in any position to sit in judgement? I'd like to think we can all live and let live, though that might be a tad naive I'll stay hopeful and continue doing my kind of role play, when I feel like it.

Rogues Gallery

2011-10-24T12:57:00.001+01:00

I've not done a rogues gallery since July....how remiss of me! So it seems like a good time to sort out those pictures and give the stars of the show a bit more of the limelight.

Folsom Street Fair

2011-10-21T00:27:00.000+01:00

Was totally amazing.....

Here are some shots taken on the day.....

JG leathers

Foxy Latex!

I asked for him to be wrapped and sent to my room!

Fully wrapped!

Boy Twister

Quick....a facial shot!

2011-10-16T22:08:00.000+01:00

It's been remarked upon before that people might like to see a facial shot of me. Despite religiously guarding my privacy, I've decided to just this once publish a shot of me without hiding my face. I hope you all like it. It's me running across the Golden Gate Bridge. I've pointed myself out just so you know which one of the runners on the bridge I was. Don't say I don't spoil you all!

PS, It was an amazing day for running the bridge, the sky was clear, no fog or mist and the view across to San Francisco on the way back was just unbelievable.....!

Intorducing the Dude in the Hood!

2011-10-11T21:09:00.000+01:00

While buying my arm mitts at Mr S leather they were so enthusiastic about their products that the guy serving me wanted to be sure I know the best and easiest way to put the arm mitts and shoulder strap on. He proceeded to talk me through putting them on constantly referring to the person who was going to be in the bondage mitts as the Dude...so on he would go saying, get the dude to stand with his back to you, then get the dude to raise his arms and so on. I found this really amusing so when I first tried them out this weekend of course I required a Dude...and a dude I got.

Once in the new bondage mitts, I decided to add in a hood, and therefore he then became the Dude in the Hood.......and amused me no end. I was also amazed by how quickly he became very spacey. I decided to attach the back of the shoulder straps to the suspension, not to suspend, just to cause a bit of disorientation while keeping the dude in an upright position, even if his knees felt weak at any point. I've take a few pics as you can see but I did intend to take more....I just got otherwise distracted with the whole intense bondage session and the dynamic. Very quickly the camera was forgotten about to be fair....!

Wow, that was a trip and a half!

2011-10-08T04:17:00.001+01:00

I'm a bit jet lagged, it's after 4am and I'm fully awake! So what else to do other than come here and get all excited about my new toys. I've indulged in a spot of retail therapy while away. It would have been more but for my weight restriction on my luggage for coming home....damn!

So, here is a few pictures of a lovely new set of arm mitts/binders that I bought from Mr S Leather while I was in San Francisco. They smell amazing and I can't wait to use them. I think there might be one lucky person getting them tried out on him this weekend before I officially return to sessioning next week.

They look amazingly versatile, and I especially like the idea of using them with suspension....just to get someone on their tip-toes....and feel vulnerable. I feel the need for a heavy bondage session coming on!!!

Right, that is all for now, more later when I'm properly awake!

Medical Mistress.

2011-09-23T23:49:00.001+01:00

I'm indulging my blood letting fetish this week....and when I say blood letting, it's certainly not me letting. I've indulged in some venepuncture of the old fashioned kind. The kind that uses a needle and a syringe, the kind that takes a bit of time to draw the blood, time taken to enjoy the experience of watching my syringe slowly fill up with my patients blood until I'm satisfied he has given me enough. In this picture I've only taken 15-20mls....3 or 4 teaspoonfuls. Hardly enough for his circulation to notice, but enough for him to feel himself giving up to me. I love when I can feel it in my hands still nice and warm. Who needs a hot water bottle when I've got a syringe full of blood!

In other news I've recently managed to get my hands on some very very hard core needles. They are big bad biopsy needles....the kind that make Hercules faint! See below. I've got a few ideas on how best to use these needles but if anyone else would like to make a suggestion, I'm all ears. I'm now off on my holibobs and won't be back until almost Mid October. In the meantime....keep those suggestions for the needle usage coming. I'm off to enjoy San Francisco and The Folsom Street Fair!

Maid Smart (Part 2)

2011-09-23T23:26:00.001+01:00

The knock comes after 10 minutes but I keep her waiting. Eventually she is instructed to enter. She is trained well enough to present herself accordingly. I proceed to inspect the rest of her uniform. On top of her underwear she has a white long maid's coat, fastened up to the collar, a regulation uniform belt and court shoes. Her seems still appear straight so I'm pleased.

It's been a few months since her last treatment so I decide to start with an initial medical. She is directed over to the medical bench where her pulse is taken, blood pressure checked, heart rate and rhythm checked. Her pulse shows a tachycardia, I want to find the reason for this. I suspect it's sub clinical and totally psychological but continue with the observations to rule out a physical cause. I adjust her corselette to give me access to her chest wall. Passing the stethoscope over her chest she takes large deep breaths, the stethoscope is cold. I know this as I keep it deliberately cold. She shivers. Her chest is auscultated and palpated. The findings show no dullness, no crepes, no wheezes, just a slight dypsnoea which may be related to her psychological state at this time. She knows this is the final stage in her transformation.

Next I make her lie flat on the bed to continue her examination. I check her for signs of jaundice, anaemia and circulation problems and I'm happy that no abnormalities are detected. I move onto her abdominal examination. Firstly checking for signs of striae, scarring or any visual abnormalities. None present, I move onto palpation of the 9 regions of her abdomen. Firstly with a light palpation, then deep palpation. No tenderness or masses were detected so I now move onto listening for bowel sounds. All present I continue to palpate for her bladder, it's full. I'm very pleased about that. I intend to make good use of her full bladder and take control.

I now inform her that I intend to do a full and thorough genital examination. I can see she feels uncomfortable about this. I show no compassion, it needs to be done thoroughly to establish the correct course of medical treatment required. I instruct her we need to remove the harness and butt plug for the time-being. Snapping on new gloves I see her eyes flash and watch me. I move the bed sheet up over her abdomen to expose her genitalia, whilst I arrange the sheeting to cause her arms to be pinned tightly to her sides. Again there is evidence of erectile tissue still functioning. I ignore this in the first instance while I proceed to do a manual examination of her perineum. No lumps, no bumps and nothing untoward so far. I then continue to examine the shrivelled up former testes. As I manipulate them through my fingers I'm checking again for any lumps, bumps, any adhesion, any hardening of tissue. I'm pleased to note nothing in either testicle causes me concern. She remains perfectly still throughout while I dispassionately begin to exam the former penile tissue. Checking the shaft, the circulation, checking again for lumps or bumps. I then roll back the foreskin and examine the head of the penis, the frenulum and the opening to the urethra. There is some clear discharge present unsurprisingly. This needs attended to and gives me an indication of where the problem may be coming from. Genital exam concluded, I move onto her lower limb circulation. She has strong healthy femoral, popliteal and pedal pulses.

Lastly I need to do a rectal examination. I let her watch again as I glove, then double glove. Snapping on the latex has her pulse increasing and her face flushing. I'm unconcerned as I instruct her to turn onto her left side, and bend her knees up to her chest as much as is comfortable. She does this in silence as I move to the position the overhead examination light. I need to put some light on the subject as I examine her externally initially. No signs of any varicosity, I lube my gloved finger and proceed to enter her rectum. I instruct her to relax as much as she can. Easier said than done and I can feel her sphincter tighten. I know this is not pleasant but I tell her it's necessary. I need to get a good digital examination of the prostatic tissue still present and this is the best way to gauge that. I continue on, eventually I manage to digitally enter her and examine in full the prostate. Again, no lumps, bumps or hardening of the tissue. However, it is larger than expected, especially after the last treatment should have shrunk it back quite significantly. Again, this helps with deciding the treatment required.

The training of Maid Smart (Part 1)

2011-09-17T10:10:00.000+01:00

It's been a 3 year training programme and now we are almost at the stage of graduating. Graduating into the totally servile and obedient eunuch maid for my purpose.

Today we are going to continue with the last of my medical procedure to castrate my maid by chemical and electrical means.

On entering the chambers smart is commanded to go into the punishment room and get into uniform. This consists of a white corselette, black seemed stockings, and black shoes. I intend to inspect her and invade her before the remaining uniform is applied. Left alone she starts to undress.

As I enter the room smart curtsey's. I'm pleased. I walk over to inspect her uniform so far. Before checking her stocking seems though, there is something in need of my attention. There appears to be some life left in the erectile tissue despite my last treatment being thorough and rigorous. I'm not best pleased. The treatments today may have to be more severe in nature. I decide an electrical butt plug is required to attack the prostate internally, as well as directing treatments via the erectile tissue itself.

Uniform inspected, it is time to apply the butt plug and keep it in situ by means of a harness. All sorted now. I just need to control this erectile tissue with some temporary cooling gel, or tiger balm as it is otherwise known. Liberally applied to the area, I see an improvement almost instantly. Stockings now straight I leave her to continue with the rest of her uniform. She is instructed to present herself in the medical room when suitably attired.

Welcome back?

2011-09-11T09:46:00.000+01:00

This might well end up a bit of a meandering blog, but hey it's my prerogative!

Deciding to session with someone is not just as quick and easy as someone getting in touch, and me giving them a time and place, though some think that is all the effort required. There is quite a bit of effort required on both sides. From the subs point of view, I want to know that he has researched properly and decided that our interests not only match but our idea of Female Dominance match. Whether I agree is another matter, but at least there is some evidence that there has been a thought process to this. All well and good. I also need to know they have realistic expectations of what a session, or even what a long term serving arrangement could bring to both of our lives. Some people really have only the notion of here and now and fulfilling a need for instant gratification. I would find these encounters empty so I'm not that interested in interacting with someone on that level. The effort on my part is to establish if we will have a rapport, if we are well suited, if I think we will both have fun, and if I can realistically engage with someone to produce an experience that we will both enjoy. The best way I've found of looking at it is, this is what I enjoy, if you think you'd like to be part of that then you're welcome to approach me.

Given all of that, there are a huge number of people I turn down. The reasons are as long as your arm, but the main ones are that they have given no thought to my selection process, not read my sites, not bothered to take in what I've written on those sites, I get the impression they just want to session with anyone (a pulse is all that some require!) or that we are just not suited to sessioning. Occasionally I will ask someone why they decided to contact me in particular, this is to clarify that they have identified me as someone different who they can see the appeal of and not just that I happen to be the only one with an amazingly equipped premises in a large city. This all takes time and a fair amount of dialogue. Nobody expecting to see me within a few days of contact is ever going to be content with my selection process, and glad of that I am too!

By the time we get to actually sessioning there has been a bit of a rapport built up and also a telephone chat. Prior to each session, like most good Pro-Dommes, I take time to clarify issues like hard limits, a health questionnaire, and marks. I'm glad to say by the time we get into the chambers, I've got a fair idea of what makes someone tick and know how to make the time he serves me an enjoyable time for us both. I've put in the effort, he has put in some effort, and now he has to continue that with that effort engaging with me on a different level. Hopefully we end up with a mind blowing experience.

Afterwards I ask people to write to me in a few days giving me some feedback on the session. Don't misunderstand this, I'm not looking to get lots of praise and ego stroking, nor is it an opportunity for the sub to tell me what he wants next time, more of this, less of that etc. I've found that some people don't like to give feedback as they perceive it as being critical. I view it totally differently. I find it invaluable. I'm sure most good Pro-Dommes do too. There have been times when someone has come along with an idea in their head about a certain aspect of kink, say cross dressing, only to find in session that it did not quite do it for them any more but the humiliation aspect was the biggest turn on for them. This gives me a hugely insight into how that relationship can develop and where I can go with the kinks that I enjoy.

With this in mind, if I ask someone for feedback and they don't bother to give it, then in a nutshell they are never welcome back. I find it a totally selfish attitude. Almost like...well I've had my kink itch scratched, no need to engage with you any further! I am of the opinion that I put a huge amount of effort into each session. It is a custom made, bespoke experience sometimes lasting far longer than we had booked for, with time for pre and post session chats. If you cannot appreciate that effort then you are not welcome to share my space.

Reminder of holiday dates and new session days

2011-08-30T00:14:00.000+01:00

I'm going to be away again at the end of September into October. My last session day is Friday 23rd September and my first session day on return will be Wednesday 12th October.

For the foreseeable future I've decided to only session 3 days per week. The days I will be available will be Wed/Thu/Fri each week. Once I return from my holiday I will no longer be offering weekend or Monday/Tuesday appointments. I intend to spend my long weekends doing other activities that feed my soul and ensure I return to sessioning every week fired up and raring to go. Obviously any weekend or Monday sessions already booked in the meantime will be honoured. Due to my limited availability you may well have to book well in advance for a particular time or day.....but hey, as they say in the ads....I'm worth it!

Ritual

2011-08-26T11:34:00.000+01:00

I've been feeling less than creative lately so blogging has been low down on my list of priorities. However, I'm getting my mojo back somewhat and have few ideas for creative blogs milling about in my head. While I'm thrashing them out, here is a little light entertainment from one of my subs.

Ritual

As far as being hers to use, there is no doubt that I am. Every time I enter her chamber I’m prepared to be taken and used for whatever she desires; I’m hers…. completely and I love it! I kneel, naked, waiting, wanton, full of anticipation; breath shallow, pulse racing, I hear the click of her heels and my cock instantly hardens. She stands above me, leans over and runs her crop over my body; I can smell her perfume, I love her smell, it overpowers me and I feel the end of the crop tease me sensually. I have no idea how she will be dressed, it doesn’t matter because I know she will look amazing whatever she chooses to wear, nevertheless I can’t wait to raise my head to see her. I know she wants me to look at her so that she can see my eyes take in her beauty, to see her power; to see my Mistress!

I’m collared and leashed and ordered to stand, I feel the collar tightening as she encourages me to my feet, I love the feel of the leather tighten around my neck, making me ever so slightly catch my breath. I sit on the edge of her red, leather spanking bench and wait, she leaves, the sound of her heels dying away as she collects my outfit for the session. The anticipation of her return rises, I hear her heels again… closer and then I see her again, she returns; I smile, I see the underwear and stockings in her hand and know that I’m going to be her slut; her dirty, filthy, horny, slut! She commands me to stand, she holds out the lacy panties and slides them up and down my engorged cock, I’m desperate to wear them, to feel my cock straining against them. Next it’s the suspender belt; she adjusts it and fastens it before slipping the clips underneath the panties, ready for the stockings, but before that comes the bra, covering my erect nipples… for the moment. Finally I sit, she commands me to raise my legs one at a time then the stocking gets carefully rolled up and fastened with the suspender clip. She walks behind me to check the seams, I know she likes them perfectly straight before we walk to the full length mirror and she asks me… “well slave, who has the best legs?” I know she already knows my answer and she laughs her mischievous laugh when I answer “You Mistress!”

I’m hers now, the ritual is done; I’m hers totally, to be used for her pleasure…….

Festival and Sessions

2011-08-06T11:55:00.001+01:00

I dipped my toes back into socialising again last night when I went to see this amazing woman at the Edinburgh Festival. As usual she was fab.

She finished up with this song, which is my all time favourite and strangely appropriate at the moment.

In other news I'm back sessioning now so normal service of sorts has been resumed. I am busy with other stuff so emailing for sessions is more likely to get a response. If you must phone then just keep trying, as you can appreciate I'm surrounded by family a lot at the moment so taking calls is not ideal.

Not sessioning.

2011-07-23T17:54:00.000+01:00

Unfortunately I've had some very bad news. For the time being I'm cancelling sessions and will probably be unavailable for the next 2 weeks at least. I won't be answering any calls and only occasionally checking my mail.

Any existing clients are, as always, welcome to email me in the meantime.

How much control do I need?

2011-07-23T10:06:00.000+01:00

The answer is simple.....total.

I was promising to write a blog yesterday but ended up too busy. I've finally finished my new website. Now before you rush off to see it I want my dear readers to know something. My previous website was fantastic. I loved it and had many, many compliments on it. My webslave worked hard on it and was forever tinkering with all the little adjustments I wanted, sometimes on a daily basis. This he did marvelously for nearly 5 years. He knew what I liked but still would never go live with any changes until I gave the final say so. Although he did all the technical stuff, I wrote every word of it, placed every picture, sorted out the size, font and layout of it all. We worked well together in that respect. I totally respected his knowledge and he respected my creative control. As I said, this worked well for almost 5 years, until earlier this year when he became ill. It was a sudden illness and meant he was no longer able to maintain the website to the same standard. He wasn't even in a position to tell me how to access it to update it myself, even if I knew anything about coding, which I don't. Throughout our 5 years working together, it was occasionally commented on by fellow Mistresses that there may come a time when I'd want complete control and having a webslave with this amount of control was tantamount to giving someone your house keys and letting them have access all areas. Let me say now, as I did then, I had complete trust in my webslave. It's sad that he is no longer fit enough to do my website, but that does not mean I lost faith in him or what he did, it just means times move on.

So, with the control issue in mind I've painstakingly tried to teach myself, with the help of a friend, the most basic way of setting up a website. I could have paid quite easily to have one built for me, but that gives someone else control again and means I'm at the mercy of someone else. It's taken a bit of time and effort. It's frustrated the hell out of me. It's taken it's toll on my sanity, not that I've been on the right side of sane much in my lifetime!, and it's taken endless hours of making changes, losing those changes and starting again to get to where it is now. It's never going to be on par with my previous site which was set up and managed by someone who bloody worked hard and knew what he was doing. In comparison it is amateur and in it's infancy. The biggest achievement for me though is control. I now have total, utter and unquestionable control over my site. I'm no longer going to worry that my website is going to be taken down due to illness, but also I know should I want it down, it can be down in seconds.

I'd welcome comment, though please make sure they are constructive. Sending me an email telling me my new site is truly awful, but give no reasons why, is not in the least bit helpful and quite deflating to be honest.

Tinkerings of sorts

2011-07-22T10:51:00.000+01:00

Having been pointed in the direction of a new blog, I noticed that blogger has some new features since I last had time to wander about in the back room. It's been fun this morning adding other little bits to my blog that has taken my fancy. So now I've got a stat counter...go me 41,000 visitors...woooohooo! And also a little link to the most popular posts. This one is odd, it's not the posts that get the most comments or the ones that I think will be most interesting...but there ya go, I'm not such a know it all as I think!

I'll live with these changes for a day or so and see if I still like them. Not sure if it makes my page look all a bit too busy. Time will tell. I shall wander back every now and then to get a feel for the new look. In the meantime I might write a new blog.

Short Break

2011-07-13T13:02:00.004+01:00

I'm taking a short break at the end of this month to go walking and take in some scenery. I'll be unavailable for sessions from Thursday 28th July until Tuesday 2nd August inclusive. This weekend I'll be visiting the BBB again and hoping to get my hands on some more devilish pieces of equipment to torture and torment you all with!

What's in a Review.

2011-07-07T15:48:00.000+01:00

I've recently had 2 new reviews done of session I've had, both on external Mistress boards. Over the years I've had around 6 external reviews done. The latest one is here if you'd like to read it. On all but one occasion, each of the posters sent me the review beforehand and asked if I wanted to change anything.

I have to say, I find this a bizarre concept. I'm always grateful if anyone wants to write a review, and even more so if that review is favourable. The reason for that is not the obvious one of drumming up business (as the only full time Mistress in Edinburgh with any sort of presence, I really have no need to drum up business in that sense). The main reason is that I'm always more than happy for someone to convey my style of sessioning in a different way from what has already been said on my website. This is in the hope that the people who I really want to session with, those that will really get my style, those that really understand my take on Female Dominance as well as my humour, and those that will make me excited about seeing them will be drawn to contact me. Conversely, I hope that those who need something different don't waste any of their time and energy making contact when we really are not suited in the slightest.

So given all of that, why would I want to change anything that's been written about me? The review is surely a personal take on a personal experience, and I have no right to edit that into something that is more appealing to me or the reader of the review. At best it's fiction, at worst it's deceitful. Even if I wrote a review of the same session both of our experiences are going to be different, what we feel, the journey we took and the final destination are all influenced by our own personalities, past experiences and personal kinks. Bring on the reviews I say, but lets keep them real!

More rogues

2011-07-05T20:19:00.001+01:00

Invasion...from his perspective.

2011-06-22T10:14:00.000+01:00

I hear the cell door close, it’s dark, very dark; this is isolation. My senses are going wild, trying to adapt to the darkness, to the quiet. It’s my first time in her cell, I’m bound, shackled and hooded, I can’t move and I feel…. lonely. It’s only been moments and I already miss her touch, her voice, her smell. My mind drifts and I can visualise her again. She’s dressed in her red, latex medical apron; she turns and moves I can see her beautiful marble flesh above her black stocking tops, she looks magnificent and I suddenly want her to release me from the cell and take me to her medical room and abuse me. But it’s only my imagination and anyway it doesn’t matter what I want, she’ll decide what happens. Suddenly light, as the cell door opens. I smile as I see my Mistress just as I’ve imagined her and I know where I’m going.

I’m instructed to sit on the medical bench while she first splays my legs and bandages them to the leg rests. Next to be secured are my wrists… I’m at her mercy now! I feel vulnerable but I know this is what she wants and I’m hers, to be used any way she chooses. Her latex gloves snap on and she smears antiseptic gel over them. Her hand approaches my face and I can smell the gel on her gloves, I can tell she’s enjoying the moment because of the smile on her face. She removes a Sound from its sterile packaging, I don’t know how big it is but I’m sure it’s not the smallest she has, she covers it gel and then expertly it enters my cock. It feels amazing, stretching my urethral canal as it slides its way down, slowly before invading my cock completely. To see how much has disappeared amazes me and I begin to feel elated… wanting more….

I’m not disappointed… next I see a flash of steel as she removes a sterile butt plug. My breathing increases and my pulse races as I realise that I’m going to be invaded from both sides! The feel of cold steel as it slides up my ass makes me groan, she looks at me with her gleaming eyes and smiles, her wicked smile. I’m hers completely and she knows it. With my cock and ass filled with steel I feel totally invaded…. this is what I want, to be used, to be fucked; to be hers!

But it’s not over yet; she tells me she has something more in mind for me yet. Under the bench is her latest toy, an Erostek, she’s talked about and I know it’s a lot more powerful than her normal electrics. She attaches the connectors to the Sound and butt plug, and I’m nervous because it’s the first time she has chosen to use electrics on me internally…but I trust her completely and surrender myself to my fate. I feel the surge of power rise, first inside my cock and then inside my ass…. the feeling is indescribable somewhere between ecstasy and pain that takes me to another level; this is invasion, complete invasion and I love it.

Review

2011-06-19T10:25:00.000+01:00

Just a quick post to say a new review of one of my sessions has been posted Here!

Back from my Holiday and an update.

2011-06-14T12:04:00.000+01:00

Hello to all my readers who think I've neglected them. I'm back from my well deserved holiday nicely chilled and nicely relaxed. I had lovely weather, lovely company and was able to totally immerse myself in switching off for a few weeks. This has been great for recharging my battery, and since it's been a busy week since my return, I needed it!

Since coming back I've had the opportunity to get to grips with a new breathing gas mask combo that my lovely fellow rubberist had commissioned for us. Our last appointment had to be cancelled at the last minute so this lovely combo has been hanging up in my chambers waiting to be used for the first time. Much to the frustration of other rubber and breath play enthusiasts who have drooled over the sight of it every time they visited. Well what can I say about it........not much more than the word HOT.....I've never much been taken with the idea of wearing a hood or mask myself but had been having intermittent thoughts of a devilish idea that I just could not put out of my head. When I aired it to my fellow gas mask enthusiast he drooled too. So unbeknown to me, he approached a good supplier and asked them if they could come up with the kind of thing we were looking for. Basically it's a two mask combo, one for Mistress, one for slave. It had to be adapted so that the Mistress is able to take in a breath through the normal inlet, then breath it out via a tube connected to the submissives mask. He is only able to breath her expired air and then he has an outlet to breath that back out, we also had a rebreather bag fitted so that we can use that should we desire. There is also an option for poppers that we might explore in the future, and since there is a non return valve between Mistress and slave, she does not get any of his air or poppers should they be used. It's a very exciting set up with more than a few possibilities.

Below is a picture, not the best. So hopefully I'll be able to get another one done soon to show off it's full glory and potential.

Holiday Reminder (Updated)

2011-05-16T09:51:00.003+01:00

Unfortunately, I'm having trouble updating my site news. There should be a permanent solution to this on my return from sunning myself. So this is just a reminder about my holiday dates. I will be away from 22nd May until 5th June. I will have no internet access and will not be taking calls during that time. I will resume sessions on 6th June but already have no availability now until at least 9th June.

In other news, the auction for the 2 hour session is going well and bids are sitting at £200 so far. There is only a week left now to get any further bids in.(Updated to say it's now sitting at £400)

For those of you easily bored waiting on my return you can learn the words to The Vagina Song for my amusement....it's certainly been amusing me lately!

Down the Rabbit Hole (A view from his perspective)

2011-05-13T19:59:00.000+01:00

Once in, once I have looked into her face & exchanged hello's, I have to remind myself that this is real, not fantasy. Even so I can't be sure, it feels dreamlike.

We spend some time chatting, I do like her company, she's nice. Chatting ends, we prepare to session. In the dim light I strip, kneel, wait. She enters slowly. With my head down, I can only see her shoes, but I can smell her. I feel giddy. She comes close and leans over me, my excitement increases but I don't move. She chastens me for not responding to her command as I have been taught, she will have to do this several times as I struggle to control my emotions, but in the end I learn that it is she who controls, not me at all.

Dressed as she likes me, I kneel over the whipping bench. She straps me in. She uses her hand to smack my buttocks, its not too bad, her closeness easily compensates for the pain. She also uses a strap, and then a paddle- the paddle hurts-I don't like it- I say nothing- I have no choice. She moves on to a cat o nine tails. I follow her with my eyes as she swings hard, but this whip doesn't live up to its' reputation. I enjoy watching her working hard to make it hurt me.

She releases me and places me in front of the window chair. This is a happy turnaround, she kneels in front me. She fastens a harness to my cock and balls. It takes time to get it right. I watch her at work, she is calm and focused, she looks lovely. Her dress has ridden up revealing her stocking tops, I gaze down at her milky white cleavage. I am in heaven. The feeling doesn't last. She attaches a hanging weight to my balls- back to reality. She makes me sit and straps me in, tight. She tries a series of hoods and gags on me. She plays with me, teases me, I beg her to release me, she laughs at my distress. When she has had enough of this game and my breathing is returning to normal I make the mistake of describing what she did as torture(oops). 'Torture?'. She mocks me. That wasn't torture. Let me show you torture. She lift the ball weight high as if to let it drop suddenly. Now I am scared. My mind races to to find an escape. There isn't one.

She takes down the nipple clamps- please God no. Surely she is only teasing me . After the pain I suffered the last time I had these on, even this cruel evil bitch wouldn't put me through that again. She smiles and fastens on the first clamp. The pain sears through me- I think I might faint- I can hear her advising me to breath slowly and deeply-I sense hope-She is going to let me go-maybe she has a soft spot after all- no-she fastens the other clamp- I am going to faint. Incredibly the pain increases, through the red mist I hear her laugh and tells me to look. I open my eyes-she has fastened the other end of each of the clamps to her dress and is leaning back- my fucking God I think- she is going to rip my tits off. Strangely she seems mildly amused at my agony. At this moment I would give anything for release, I know that I am completely at her mercy but I don't know what to do, my pain amuses her but if I hide how bad it is she will only increase the pressure. She has had her fun and lets me go. I am so grateful, so relieved. I love her again. She chides me for being such a wimp-I don't care.

She sits and makes me kneel in front of her, I am to massage her feet. It is my pleasure to do this for her. Her feet are small and neat, her toes, a sensual perfection, her calves firm and smooth.

We move to the big bench. She straps me in. Tight. She climbs up and stands on me. She weighs nothing. She tells me what I am and where I belong- I already know. She covers my eyes- she gags me with her pants- she whispers that I don't always get what I want- I get what she wants to give me. She reminds me that it is she whose will prevails. It's not what I want to hear but I am committed to obeying her completely and without question. She is busy at the other end of the bench. I can't see. The blindfold leaves me in complete darkness. She lubes me up, I don't understand at first, then I realise that its her new toy. The sensations are strange but pleasant, but they are not her, she makes the machine go faster and the sensations increase, but they are cold. Remote. I want warm. Close. I remember her describing this as mechanical rape. It is a fitting description. I have no control, no choice. I can wonder at the effect of the machine, but it's not her. I have to submit to her choices whether I like them of not, so I do. She makes the machine go even faster, there is no denying its efficiency, but it's not her. I can't see her or smell her, my senses are denied. The machine is now full on, but it's not her.

As the session ends I am surprised at the mess we have made in this once neat and tidy space. I dress, we chat. I am exhausted, and somehow mentally stunned, I find talking difficult, my mind keeps pulling me back to what I have just been through, but she is patient, kind and gentle, and I slowly relax.

When I get home I still can't be certain if it really happened or did I dream it. I strip to shower, the marks on my body will fade, but the memory will stay.

Thank you my Lady.

Oh bugger!

2011-05-09T11:58:00.001+01:00

Just as I've signed up for the Edinburgh 10k in October, I find out that my planned holiday trip to San Francisco coincides with it. Not to worry.....and not to be deterred, I've now signed up for the Glasgow 10k a month earlier. Fingers crossed nothing will come along and change this plan.

On the plus side....I'm going to San Francisco, and it coincides with the annual Folsom Street Fair, which I'm so excited about. Being in an environment that is so kink friendly and open will be such a contrast to the hide away society we are used to here in Scotland. I'm also looking forward to browsing the best in BDSM gear the US has to offer at the fair. I might just need an extra case for the flight back!

Enjoying the electrics

2011-05-06T10:22:00.001+01:00

Since I bought my new Erostek box, I've found I'm using electrics more.....I just love it so much. With this in mind, I've bought quite a few duplicate implements and leads so that I can always have one sterilised and ready to use. Nothing worse than wanting to use something in particular to find out it's waiting to be autoclaved. While browsing around the net looking for duplicates of the sounds and anal plugs I've got, I found a new plug. One recently designed by Estim. Given its rocket shaped head, I thought this might just be something new and advantageous for trying to insert while I've got someone strapped to the gyn bed. I was not wrong, its shape means it glides in perfectly without having to get my poor patient to wriggle about at all.....he gets invaded in seconds. I'm loving it.

And what's even better, they come in different sizes......I think I might just be going back for another one or two...:)

Increments of Intensity

2011-05-01T06:40:00.001+01:00

Today I want bondage. I want to immobilise him. I want him to feel it, just a little bit at a time. Before I start to bind him I ensure I have him invaded. I want to take advantage when the time comes. I lube up the metal plug and slip it inside him. His moans tell me the plug feels cold. My first plan is to get him into the spandex bodybag. It's cool but warms up quickly. It's already positioned on top of the leather bodybag so that when the time comes I can slip him into that. The spandex has a hood. I know he can still see me to a degree......the first degree of intensity. He's enclosed lightly. I run my hands all over his body, over the bodybag. He's warm and responsive to my touch.

Once I'm satisfied he is relaxed enough, I instruct him to bend his knees and I slip his feet into the leather bodybag. Pulling the sack over his shoulders I manoeuvre the rest of his body inside. Zipping up the bag I ensure the wires from the plug are free for when I need them. He's now sinking into the bodybag, or is it just the bondage? Again I run my hands all over his body. He is feeling the weight of the leather as I fasten the attached collar around his neck. After some time letting him enjoy this it's time to add in another head trip. The controller hood is the hood of choice. I leave off the blindfold and mouthpiece, for now. As I tighten the cord at the back I hear his breathing, it's slow and deep, like his headspace.

Back to his body. The thick leather straps on the rack are positioned equally down his body. Those thick straps hold the bodybag and it's contents tight to the rack as each one is pulled in turn. First across his chest, then his abdomen. Next his groin and thighs are strapped down before moving down to his lower legs. I take my time with each one, pulling, readjusting, smoothing them down. I'm enjoying every stroke, according to his breathing, so is he. This process has been slow and meticulous, just the way I like it. I move closer to smell the leather. I take a deep breath and get my high.

Lastly I snap on the blindfold and mouthcover to the hood. He is in darkness now with restricted breathing and unable to move.

I've yet to start on the electrics......

Holiday dates and charity updates.

2011-04-27T11:47:00.000+01:00

Just a quick update on planned holiday dates. I will be away from 22nd May until 5th June inclusive. I will obviously not be sessioning, but also I will not be checking emails or taking calls during this time....I will be too busy sipping wine and sitting in the shade reading and avoiding tanning my milky white skin.

Due to unavoidable circumstances I'm putting my trip to Kilimanjaro on hold until next year. In the meantime I'm still hoping to raise some funds for Marie Curie Cancer Care and will be doing the Edinburgh 10k again this year in aid of this charity. Anyone wishing to sponsor me can pop a donation into my collection box at my premises. All donations will be gratefully received.

Again this year I am auctioning off a 2 hour session with all proceeds going to the above charity. Anyone wishing to bid please email me before I leave for holiday on Sunday 22nd May. As before, I can only take bids from people I've sessioned with before, this ensures compatibility. I'm open to suggestion for any type of scenario that you might have in mind....previous session winners have had extended outdoor sessions or roleplay scenarios so don't limit your ideas here!

Being fully bound and mechanically raped!

2011-04-18T10:21:00.000+01:00

This is the scenario I've been playing around with since I've bought my new toy, Mistress Venus. Now that I've let the cat out of the bag it's not going to be such a surprise any more to bound up slaves. However, in the past few weeks I've enjoyed the control and thrill of using it on a fully immobilised specimen when they are hooded or blindfolded and have no idea what I'm doing. I've been told it's quite a head trip...and that's before I start mucking about with the controls. I enjoy making it go faster, getting you worked up to the point of almost there....and then taking it back to almost nothing. Just enough for you to feel it, and then let the pressure build up slowly again. I've had one person beg and plead with me to either let him cum, or stop, as the orgasm tease and denial were just about too much for him. Of course I only did what I wanted to do, and when I wanted. With much hilarity on my part. I also like whispering to them about being mechanically raped by me, and there is not a thing they can do about it, being fully restrained they just need to submit to whatever comes their way (or not) depending on how considerate I'm feeling at the time.

It's been a large investment for the premises. Given that and the recent purchases in the way of electrics, I might just need to stop spending for a while. However, given how much I'm enjoying it, I'd say it was worth it. After releasing one lucky latex bondage bunny from her grip I asked if it was worth the £1000 spent on her, he replied she's worth £2000!.....:D

Venus or Aphrodite???

2011-04-16T10:07:00.000+01:00

Whichever Goddess of Love you worship, Greek or Roman I bet she won't thrill/exhaust/exasperate/freak you out anywhere near as much as my new Goddess and partner in crime....Mistress Venus 2000.

Ok so she is officially called the Venus 2000 but you can call her what you like. I'm quite partial to calling her my mechanical rape machine.......she likes to rape, and keep on raping you until you beg, and I feel the compassion to stop. Then and only then will you get a rest from her attentions. However, I'm so fond of attention that I've taken to scrutinising exactly what you have produced, all in the name of medical science you understand. So the specimen produced is routinely examined and anylises under the microscope to check for mobility, fertility and virility......and of course for my amusement.

More on this later. I'm off now to mechanically rape and deseed another poor unsuspecting labrat. As I said, all in the name of medical science....I like to do my bit!

Being gagged!

2011-04-15T11:00:00.001+01:00

A small collection of my gags....

Gags are sometimes so underrated, almost like an afterthought. I've done sessions where gags have been the main theme of the session. Admittedly it was with someone who loves gags...in fact you could call him a gag slut. So I wanted to talk about the different gags that I like and the benefits of each. Gags can be split into two broad groups. Those that fill and invade the mouth, and those that hold the mouth open.

I'll start with ball gags. They are what most people think of when first mentioning a gag. Recently one even featured in .Rihanna's S&M video. They come in various sizes so that even someone with a small mouth can find one to fit. They made the wearer drool, which can be embarrassing for them and amusing for me. These are a good starter gag to see if someone can tolerate a gag without too much difficulty. I usually like to start someone off with a ball gag and progress from there.....moving up sometimes to bigger and bigger bag gags.

Bit gags are good for a starter gag too. They don't fill the mouth too much, in fact hardly at all, but allow for lots of drool and restricted speech, but not complete silence. This in itself can be amusing if you keep asking them a question and of course you can't understand the response so you need to keep getting them to repeat it...and of course drool more.

Solid gags usually fill the mouth more, like the pecker gag above. They can be pushed right into the mouth and buckled really tight at the back. They still make the wearer drool, but mostly it's kept in their mouth until the gag comes out and and they embarrassingly produce all this saliva that they have not managed to swallow....no matter how hard they tried. Communicating is much harder with these gags though not completely impossible. Which also makes for a lot of amusement when I keep insisting I've no idea what they are trying to say. I like to take my time taking this gag out, prolonging the torment and making the saliva slip off the gag onto their chest or other areas. I like to tease them about how much they are drooling over me!

Dental gas are good to use in the clinic but also good to use in the dungeon. They require the wearer to be able to open their mouth a fair amount. They cause discomfort in the jaws and allow me to invade their mouth completely. The invasion can take the form of my gloved hand for a full internal oral inspection with dental mirror, tongue depressor or probe. Or for me to syringe something into the oral cavity and amuse myself while the wearer struggles to swallow.

Inflatable gags take things a bit further. Some, like an inflatable pecker gag will just expand in the mouth between the tongue and the roof of the mouth. This makes the wearer feel stretched and can be uncomfortable in an amusing way. Others, like an inflatable butterfly gag will fill the main part of the mouth as well as inflate between the teeth and the cheeks. This can stretch the facial muscles, can be quite a mindfuck, and are not for the faint hearted due to how much they can be inflated. The wearer can feel like they are struggling to control their breathing as well as the gag reflex, especially if used in conjunction with nose clips.

I'm finding that there is so much more to say about gags, and so little time. I may have to do a part 2. In the meantime, enjoy part 1.

Back....

2011-04-14T11:26:00.000+01:00

I have to apologise for my lack of input here. I've been busy lately and a tad distracted. Things have settled down a bit now and I'm hoping to manage a few creative posts soon. In the meantime here are a few pictures to stop you all getting bored....:)

My legs

2011-03-19T09:08:00.000Z

Just showing them off.....that is all!

The tip of the iceberg

2011-03-08T09:02:00.000Z

This is a picture taken recently while using my new Erostek in conjunction with my trusted friend the estim. The Erostek gives you so many different variable programmes to play with,(18 pre programmed ones and many more you could create) a big advancement on the estim. Though the estim still has it's place. I'm still at the stage of using the very basic functions but don't be fooled into thinking basic is not intense. There are many added features of this box that I've yet to get to grips with, like audio control, linking it to music or the microphone that can turn ambient sound, music or even my voice into stimulation. I'm looking forward to getting to grips with that.

The picture above shows the 2 lead outputs from the Erostek, and 2 from the estim. The erostek is linked to the metal butt plug, and also to the metal sound and one pad on the shaft of the cock. The estim is linked to the blue cock bands on the cock, and just out of shot a double pinwheel that was used to torture nipples when I had my hands free. During this session I was also doing some breathplay with the new latex rebreather hood (just about visable in the picture below). However, I think the intensity of the electrics where telling on this poor victim as there were times when he was forgetting to breath. I think his poor brain was fried.

Say hello to Bob!

2011-03-01T11:05:00.001Z

This is bob. He is my very willing sparring partner. He is black, smells beautifully of leather and has gorgeous stainless steel D rings to hang him from. He resides at my premises and comes out to play in between sessions to give me a good boxing workout. If you're not convinced about women boxing why not ask me next session for some punch play and we can see how many you can take!! As I said, Bob comes out in between sessions mostly although he has been known to come out during sessions so I can alternate my punches between Bob and a real live punchbag. It's always good fun when the real live punchbag does not know whether to block his chest, face or genitals.......I usually manage to punch below the belt on a good few occasions....The Queensberry Rules don't apply here....more like Queenies rules! (Blackadder 2 reference there for anyone interested!) As you can see Bob is hanging from one of the winches on my suspension unit, I quite fancy the idea of hanging a real live punchbag from the other winch so there is no getting away from me. On occasions the real live punchbags have tried to get out the ring, but Queenie always manages to catch her prey!

Back from my Holiday

2011-02-26T17:38:00.001Z

Things are just getting back to normal now after my week away resting, walking and a bit of perving with my new toy the Erostek 312b. I had a lot of fun having two willing or not so willing subjects wired up to it at the same time, alternating the power and intensity. I did wonder if the neighbours would question what all the howling, punctuated with laughing was all about. Luckily, as far as I could tell, he was an elderly deaf gentleman who probably was oblivious other than when his lights would go out with the power surge downstairs kicked in....:)

So, I'm now back and happily comfortable with using my new piece of kit which I've drooled over for a long time. The trouble with buying new pieces of equipment, is that as soon as the wrapping is off, I'm wondering what was next on my wishlist.

Playground Antics.

2011-02-01T13:38:00.002Z

While chatting to someone last week he mentioned that I must get the odd person who comes to me whose body I find repulsive. This took me aback. Unless someone is lacking in personal hygeine then I'm never phased by any body, even the ones that don't work that well! I've always had a fascination with bodies, male, female, big, small, fat, thin....the lot. As long as it was breathing then there has always been something interesting about each one. I'm fascinated by different shapes and sizes, and although bodies are basically the same, I'm interested in the different reactions and how widely they can vary depending on what you're doing to them. I'm also fascinated by how certain physical sensations have such a profound effect on the headspace of someone at any given time.

I view bodies as my playground. Somewhere for me to get lost in, to use, have fun with, manipulate, contort, control and just generally please myself with. I'm beginning to think I'm having my second childhood and playing with all these bodies is like playing with my dollies again! The dollies didn't scream though when I snapped their arm off.....some of my playthings today might!!!!

For those interested in the two images...He has a metal anal hook inserted which is attached to a forward pulley on the rack, at the end of the pulley is a bag of marbles (so it's easy for me to add more weight!). Both his wrists and ankles have cuffs which are then attached to spreader bars. The spreader bars are tied to the overhead gantry on the rack. His balls are tied up with weights added. He is placed on the rack so that the weights fall down through the purpose built hole in the rack into the cage below. He has a head harness on, which is attached to another rope and pulled backwards towards the other pulley on the rack, this has some wieghts added to the silver bucket which is attached so that his head is pulled in one direction while his ass is being pulled in the other!

More Rogues

2011-01-14T22:04:00.001Z

While adding to my website gallery I've been rummaging around in my session photographs too. Time to give some of the stars of the shows a little bit of the spotlight I think!

New Gallery

2011-01-12T11:06:00.000Z

Has been added to my site here.

Hopefully I'll get the chance to add more in the next week or so. For the timebeing....I'm busy, busy, busy!

Purging the Xmas Excesses and a Few Firsts.

2011-01-08T20:06:00.000Z

His first session of the New Year, mine too. He looked a bit more rotund after his indulgences. Lack of exercise has no doubt played a part in his new girth too. I decide that exercise can be dealt with another day. Today my medical room needed to be used. The last few sessions before the New Year had been in the dungeon, and my Mad Scientist/Nasty Nurse urges had been getting stronger. I wanted to use him again, abuse him again and indulge in my favourite fetish.

I knew he had been wanting to try the largest sound. He had mentioned it before. I always wait until I am ready to do anything new. So a New Year seemed like a good time to indulge him and see if he could take the size 32 Van Buren. He has taken a size 26 before, so it's quite a leap. After the usual preparation I started slightly lower in girth, firstly with the ribbed sound, then the size 28. These both produced a spacing of my Labrat, and a lot of lubrication from his cock. Then we move onto the size 30. I could see him watching in the mirror opposite. With a Van Buren it's better to have him flat, so the mirror opposite was where he was getting his best view of that long steel intruder being gently but firmly guided down into his cock. There is a bit of manipulation of the angle of his cock, something that causes him no heartache. I know when I've reached his sphincter. There is a tiny bit of resistance, while I coax the end of the sound gently so that the sphincter muscle relaxes. I also know when we have invaded that sphincter. There is an easing, a gentle giving way of his body to my persuasion. He moans, his eyes are glazed, he relaxes even more to the pleasurable waves he feels with his bladder now invaded. I know we are in his bladder, we have gone passed and hugged the prostate, in itself a pleasurable experience, but not the same as gaining entry to this new cavity. My domain. I know he has never been invaded in his bladder like this other than with me and I revel in being the first, marking my territory. He is mine, and he knows it. If he is lucky, I sometimes do a rectal digital examination and massage his prostate while using a vibrator on the shaft of the sound. It can cause immense sensations. But not today. I want to move up with the sounding. Keeping everything sterile is paramount. Anal exams are only entered into once I've introduced the last sound.

Next we go for the size 32. It looks huge. I show him and tease him. I can tell his urethra has been stretched, we can both see the opening is now larger than when we started. However, this time the sound is a little more reluctant to go in. It does start going in well, but about 2 inches in it won't go any further. I try to manipulate it gently but I think we have come to our limit for size today. Forcing it in is not in the least recommended so I stop. Another day we will revisit the size 32. However, having seen how well his opening has stretched, I'm formulating some ideas. First I renew my gloves for sterile ones, then some sterile lubricant on my small finger. I want to see if he can take the length of my finger. It cannot be any wider than the sound. Sure enough, I can manage to slide in the tip of my finger at least. Even for me, the mental aspect of invading him, is huge. Not just with my implements, but now with my own body. Eventually I can tease half of my pinky finger into his urethra. No trauma, no blood, just a giving way and stretching of his urethral lining. We are both amazed. Now I decide I'm going to introduce something I heard about when in Berlin. I'm not sure if he knows yet what I have planned, but it soon become apparent when I slip off my stiletto and glide over it the finger of a new pair of sterile gloves. Again sterile lube is used as I tease him verbally about where this gorgeous slim (though not too slim), black, sleek heel is going. He is under my heel in more ways than one. He is quiet as I concentrate on pulling the glove, tight over the heel, as the tip of it comes into contact with his urethral opening. It does go in, not much, but enough for us both to get a huge high, racing pulses and a quickening of our breath.

After spending some time doing clean procedures it was time to move onto another area. His rectal area was left until last. I've planned an enema for him. First it's to be a soap and water enema to nicely clean him out. I then intend to add in my own urine which I've been producing all day just for this scenario. I want him to feel full. I want him to feel full of me. So I start. I begin with the soap and water. He starts to feel full quite quickly but I don't want him to expel it just yet. I want him to feel some cramping in his abdomen. I just enjoy palpating his abdomen until he starts to squirm when the waves of cramping start. They come and go. I like having him squirm. After a while I let him release the fluid that is causing him his discomfort.

While he is away I review my enema equipment and fill up the bag with my piss. Having just added to it again there is quite a lot. I've some left over from my recent emptying so I fill up the funnel that is going to drip, drip, drip into his mouth. Filling him up at both ends. Back in the gyn chair and made to recline back, legs in knee troughs and bottom facing up. I decide to deal with the oral administration of my fluid first. A nice mouth retractor gag helps keep his mouth open and free for the urine to drip in. Once all set up I go back to his bottom. I insert the nozzle and administer his second enema of the day. Nice and warm and distinctly me. I keep telling him how he is being filled up, filled up by me, and with me. It's something he revels in and even though I will let him expel this piss enema in time. He will be recycling my water for another few hours yet.

Busy, busy, busy.

2010-12-21T15:15:00.001Z

I've been snowed under...literally, with one thing and another lately. Lots of fun has been had though. It does not look like easing up over the next few days then Christmas will be upon us. So I'm taking this opportunity to say Merry Christmas to everyone who reads my blog, either publicly or anonymously. Thanks for the comments over the past few months and keep them coming.

Thanks also, to everyone who supported me with my challenges this year, sorry guys but it looks like there may be one or two more in 2011. Not to worry though, it's all for a good cause (Marie Curie Cancer Care), they do such brilliant work. It's easy to get caught up in all our own wishes and desires, be they kink or vanilla so when people have taken the time and effort to support me in my charity challenges it is very much appreciated.

I've still got one more donation to collect which I'm hoping to do before the end of December and then I can publish the exact amount raised this year. As an aside, while getting the Christmas tree organised this year I've realised how many Thank You cards I've collected over the year. Lovely as they are, I'm getting concerned and want to do my little bit for the environment. So I'm asking those that normally bring me a Thank You card to refrain from now on, and please put the loose change you would have spent on the card in my charity box. For every donation made, I will match it, and hopefully this time next year we can count a small sum and give it to either my chosen charity or a new charity of choice. After spending a few days at the moon bear project in Chungdu I'm thinking this would be a worthwhile cause. Heartbreaking stuff, and I don't mind saying, this particular softy was reduced to tears on one or two occasions during her visit.

For those of you getting withdrawal from kink......

Just for you!

Christmas Wishes

2010-12-08T17:30:00.006Z

I've been asked what I'd like from Santa....or at least from my lovely visitors. Please be assured that a gift is not required, I'm just helping out those that have asked. So here is a small list of some of the gifts I'd love to receive from the tiny, to the more droolworthy!

1. Fragranced candles for my premises. I love ones with Christmas scents, so cinnamon, cranberry and spices are all good.
2. Bondage tape, white preferably but any colour will make me happy.
3. The standard latex medimask hood, size large from here.
4. These gorgeous babies....don't they look fab???
5. Another gorgeous bondage item here.
6. Amazon gift vouchers sent to my email address...simple.
7. The inflatable pecker gag for the controller hood from here.
8. The extreme neck corset also from here.

So there you have it, all the things I want from Santa. I know most ladies love chocolate, but this year I'm giving it a miss. So if you bring me chocolates, you might just find you'll be fed them yourself...anally in the form of a chocolate sauce enema....:)

Ps Anything from Top to Bottom Leathers can be sent to me direct. Emma from there knows my details and will post anything purchased direct to me....how convenient! And of course I do so love their gear so anything from there always makes me smile.

The Bondage Chronicle (Part 2)

2010-12-07T10:00:00.003Z

I leave him to sit in the bondage chair a few minutes longer while I clear away a few items. He needs a rest. When I'm done I slowly release him from his hood. I bring the hood off in such a way that I control how much vision he gets bit by bit. Then I allow him to see me, see right into my eyes as I'm face to face with him. He is still glazed. Ok, more time for him to recover is needed. I slowly take the straps off but never take my vision from him. I maintain eye contact throughout. I don't think he knows when the last strap is off that he is released. Only when I command him to stand up does he notice. While standing I place his arms back in the standard straitjacket position and lead him into the cell. I don't want total darkness this time. I want him to see how dark it is. I want him to see my silhouette as I close the cell door. I want his eyes to adjust gradually and for him to see the outline of the chains and cuffs hanging around the cell. I place him in the head harness. Enough of a restraint, but with full vision. After securing him in the St Georges Cross I notice his cock and balls look too free. I'd taken the strap off for the sounds so decide to tie them up with some rope. His cock stands to attention once more.

So there I leave him. I leave him for exactly 10 minutes. No more, no less. When I return I give him a chance to guess how long he has been in isolation. I will let him have something he likes if he gets it right. He gets it wrong. We shall continue on my chosen path. I lead him out, take off the straitjacket and head harness. He thinks it's over. It's not.

He is led over to the stretching rack where I've placed the leather sleepsack. I tell him to sit on the edge. I want to put a hood on him. I climb up on the rack behind him and start to apply the controller hood. I know this is a heavy hood. It takes time to adjust to. I ensure I do it slowly, adjusting as I go. I make sure the mouth piece and the blindfold are off to start with. I like to build it slowly. Once on, and adjusted, I proceed to add in the mouth guard and blindfold. His breathing has changed. I see his chest rise and fall from my position behind him. I run my hands over his chest again. He is still warm. I get close enough to smell him, he still smells good. I get close to the leather to enjoy that smell too.

His hearing is restricted. I have to be firm with my commands to enable us to get him into the bodybag. This is a ritual for me. I like to do it in a particular way. I like to make all my adjustments as I go. I stand back and survey my property in my bodybag. I run my hands over the leather. Up and down the zips, over the nipple flaps, over his cock area. His cock reacts. I smile. He moans. After a few minutes I think it's time for the straps from the rack to be added in. I want to put one over his head to restrain it even further, but this restricts his breathing too much. I relent. I continue with the rest of the straps. Two over his body, two over his legs. They give my property the finishing touches to make a beautifully wrapped parcel of kink. I add in the breathing tube and control his breathing for a while.

More CBT follows. I get up on the rack. I use my heels to torment his cock. It's still hard. It's resilient after all it's been through. Other implements are used, my nails are dragged over his cock, I can see his whole body is twitching even though it's restrained beyond belief. He makes familiar noises through the breathing tube. His cock is taking more pain for me than it has ever done, my heel digs into his balls now, one last forceful dig with my heel and he explodes........I laugh!

I ask him how long he thinks we've been playing. He gets it wrong again!

The Bondage Chronicle (Part 1)

2010-12-06T16:46:00.007Z

So he was to come at 1pm. The snow being a close companion for the last week or so meant we were both running late. Our friend who was meeting us later had to cancel altogether due to the snow. I knew therefore, we had no time constraints. I'm not sure if he knew that, just yet.

So coffee was made, general chit chat was had, then time to move next door. He didn't know what was planned. I knew exactly what I wanted and having more time meant I was going to get exactly that.

He was naked, as usual. His smell I love, most men smell good, he smells especially good. His skin is warm, it always is. I run my crop over his back and see him sigh. He still has his head down and can only see my boots. When I allow him to see me he makes more noises, I chuckle.

I start off very basic. I want to lull him into a false sense of security. Or perhaps I want him to think 'is that it, is that your best shot'? I place cuffs on his wrists and ankles, a collar around his neck, a leather strap around his cock and balls then take him over to the spanking bench. I make him sit facing outwards and then shackle his limbs loosely to the frame. I then place a leather bag hood on his head and tighten it slightly. I hear his breath quicken, I see his chest rise and fall, I smell his body, he still smells good. I proceed to do some light CBT, NT and general teasing with him restrained. His cock twitches, a lot. I get up close to smell the leather from his hood. I get so close I see my make up has powdered the hood slightly, I'm enjoying myself. After some more CBT he is untied. The one strap across his body is undone, his shackles are released, the hood is removed and I slowly lead him to the middle of the room. He is smiling, he likes restraint, not his number one fetish, but he likes it none the less.

Leather is going to play a big part today. I'm enjoying the smell and I like to slowly build on a theme. I'm going on a journey and taking him with me. Next is my leather straitjacket. I carefully, slowly, painstakingly slowly ease him into it. I smooth it over his chest, his back, his arms. I run my hands over him while standing behind. I bring my arms through and enjoy the contours of his chest. He still smells good. I place the hood back on him, again slowly tightening it, smoothing it over the contours of his face, getting up close and enjoying feeling his breath through the tiny nose holes. I leave his arms loose around his body. I'm sure he is wondering why I'm not securing them in the normal straitjacket position. I've other plans. He can't quite hear what I'm doing due to the hood. I smile knowing he has no clue. The leather suspension harness gets gently placed over his shoulders, the straps get tightened around his thighs, adjusted, then readjusted as the leather starts to warm. Now I take his arms and place them around his body with the help of a leather extension strap.

He must know now what is coming as I arrange the overhead suspension and attach it to his harness. I slowly start to raise him up and as his feet leave the floor he spins a tiny amount, just enough to disorientate him. I have that suspension clip added especially to aid a little bit of spinning. At this moment I'm glad I've done it. I can tell already he is disorientated. I touch him, his cock, balls, ass and legs are all still uncovered and accessible. I enjoy running my hands over him while he is suspended. I then bring a footstool out, place it behind him. I step up behind him and use my hand over mouth for some mid air breath control from behind while pulling his body close to me. I still feel his warmth.

Soon I want him in a different position. I attach the ankle suspension cuffs to him and then attach to a suspension bar. His legs are now raised to an upright position. Great access point. I attach electrics. First to his cock and balls. I play with the controls for a while, watching him writhe as best he can while being suspended. Next I add in some anal electrics. I know he has never had this before. I'm curious to see how he reacts. He likes. He likes a lot. I chuckle as I see him trying to push against nothing and hump mid-air. I'm blowing his mind and I know it. He's now been up there long enough. I take the electrics away and slowly bring him down. When he stands up he sways, his head and body wanting to go one way, his legs refusing to do anything, his mind not knowing where it wants to go.

I lead him over to the bondage chair. He is still wearing the straitjacket but I undo his arms. I rub his shoulders and he crumples slightly. I know he is gone. I'm enjoying every minute, and every sound he makes gets me higher and higher. Now that I've taken off the hood I can see his eyes are glazed, he has no concept of time and we still have lots more on our hands.

He is secured into the chair. Every strap is used. The ankle straps, the thigh straps, the waist strap, the chest strap and the arm straps. I leave the last strap until after I've put the hood back on, making it even tighter this time. I then add in the headstrap. I've never used this on him before. I hear him groan, his cock grows with his enjoyment. Another thing he likes. His cock is standing to attention, still bound by it's leather strap. It needs attention. Some sounds I think. He usually likes to see the sound going in. Today I'm going to deny him that. I want his other senses to work for him. I want him to smell the solution I'm cleaning his cock with. I want him to smell the antiseptic on my gloved hands. I want him to feel every sensation of that cold hard stainless steel sound as it travels down his urethra. I want him to hear the sound of me chuckling as I trace the path of the sound externally as it travels along inside him. I tell him I'm fucking him. It's role reversal. The female invading and penetrating the male. He is nothing but a cock to be invaded, to be violated, to be used. I hear him agreeing. When I'm done I continue with some CBT. He groans, he moans, he sighs. His cock still stands to attention. When I'm finished, I get close again. I kiss his leather covered mouth, he moans and whimpers....I can smell your perfume.

My New Galleries

2010-11-29T20:27:00.002Z

Are now live on my site....here.

As you can see my little web-slave has been busy.............Enjoy!

Rogues Gallery

2010-11-28T17:49:00.001Z

As promised.....:)

My new rubber rebreather gag.

Anaesthetic mask and 3 litre rebreather bag.

Gas mask with bubble bottle.

Bubble bottle.

He is smiling...honest!

He looks happy...!

Yep, he's definitely happy!

He's not so happy!

I said smile for the camera...I'm sure he did!

Snow called off play

2010-11-28T14:39:00.000Z

I hate the snow. I had a pervy day arranged with a whole host of other players today, was even planning doing my first Double Domme session in a while, but alas, the lack of gritters has put that on hold for the time being. So I'm stuck and thought I'd use the time productively. A new gallery is going to be added to my site soon, so I'm looking through all my folders for shots I want on there. I've also come across quite a few that are not exactly gallery material...but worth sharing. Now the dilemma is, shall I show some nice leather bum shots of me....or a rogues gallery of all my subs and sluts who make me smile so much...oh decisions, decisions...!

Ok, leather bum shots it is, maybe the subs and sluts will make it on here later in the day. You might even recognise yourself!

Ok, so they are not all bum shots, but hey I'm allowed artistic licence!

More Suspension Toys

2010-11-24T10:58:00.003Z

As well as my recently purchased suspension wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs, I've invested in another few attachments to have fun with a willing victim while he/she is suspended. I bought a nice lattice sling while I was in Berlin. I had doubts at first as to whether the lattice sling would work, and work just as well as a full sling. What I would say is I've been pleasantly surprised by it's versatility. The lattice nature means I can still spank/crop and flog a bottom while it's in the sling.....and so much more.

I've also added a new leather harness from here. As well as the dome suspension bar here. This gives me the opportunity to have the person suspended in an upright sitting position with access to all areas....happy days!

Can you tell I'm going through a suspension phase. No doubt I'll be back on the medical sites purchasing more goodies for there soon. In the meantime, here is a glimpse of another new toy just purchased.....mmm, shiny!

Now why have I waited so long to purchase this gorgeous fellow??

I Love

2010-11-21T12:01:00.000Z

This woman.

I think she is beautiful, sexy, alluring and just all round amazing. If I was lesbian, she'd be the first one I'd be lusting after!

You can see just how versatile her performances are by this performance on the Jools Holland Show. I've seen her a few times live and never been disappointed. She just oozes madness which I can identify with.

However, the way she acts on stage or how she looks is only a small part of the attraction. In this interview and also this interview she talks about how she feels about her performances. A lot of what she says I can identify with, especially her relationship with the audience and how she unravels during the show. I feel the same about sessioning, how I unravel during the session, not physically, but mentally. Sessions allow me to be different things during the same session. I enjoy being evil, nasty, playful, mad, affectionate, powerful etc. I like to think that when I'm there, in the moment, the person I'm with is getting all sides of me. If they want someone who is one thing and one thing only (IE strict) then we are not suited. I want to be all of me, I want to be authentic and true to myself and have no hiding behind a persona. If that does not fit in with someones fantasy then they are not going to enjoy our time together. I hope though, that my selection process helps me identify who would be a great play partner for me and who would be better seeing someone else. I'm not adverse to recommending another Mistress who I think would be more suitable and have done on many occasions.

Back to Camille, here is another example of her giving it her all. I have to say as much as I love her, I don't do so much of the rolling about the floor, tears streaming down my face....or in fact consuming of the falling down water as she enjoys...but I love her for it none the less.

Scrotal infusion, futher thoughts

2010-11-19T10:41:00.004Z

I've had quite a few emails with comments regarding the scrotal infusion since that blog has gone live. Mostly people are of the impression that you need to be a hard core masochist to enjoy something that distorts and modifies your body so much. As far as I'm concerned that is not true. Firstly, yes there is pain when the venflon is introduced to the scrotum, but not much more than an ordinary needle going in, something that though painful is very transient. Once that pain subsides there is very little discomfort afterwards. The scrotum itself will stretch and accommodate the extra fluid quite easily. Obviously this depends on how loose the sack is to start with, having a warm shower, and covering the area with a warm towel beforehand help to bring the testes down out of the body cavity somewhat and stretches the scrotum to allow for a bit of manoeuvrability which you also need to make sure the testes are right out of the way before introducing the venflon.

So technical stuff aside, people assume I enjoy doing this sort of procedure because I'm sadistic and the patient is a masochist. Not so. As I've explained there is very little pain involved. For me the big attraction is first and foremost the fact that someone trusts me enough to let his crown jewels be modified in this way. Men are very protective of their gonads, and messing around with them can mess around with their head. Giving up that concern and handing over their well being to me is a rush. It's a very intimate procedure for me. The whole setting up, letting the patient watch as I get all the equipment ready, sterilise my trolley, snap on my gloves, use antiseptic handwash, let them smell it, cleanse the scrotum with skin steriliser....all of this ritual feeds my medical and control fetish, as well as letting them revel in the visual delights of their medical fetish.

Once things are underway the infusion really takes care of itself. I just keep a close eye on the infusion site and the drip rate. Of course the patient can watch the drip rate too if it's something that he enjoys. Mostly though this gives me free time to go back up to the other end of the gyn bench and spend some close time with the patient. This can involve breathplay, anaesthetic roleplay, dental fetish, nipple play, needles.....anything really that allows me to be up close and personal ensuring I maintain that intimacy that I enjoy and get so much out of. I love being able to look into their eyes while telling them how much I'm modifying them for my own amusement and pleasure.

Of course this is not something that can be done quickly and then the patient discharged home with no follow up. It does not lend itself well to hiding this sort of activity from spouses or significant others as it can take a few days to return to normal size and even longer for any bruising to disappear if it has occurred. There is some follow up checking required on my part. I like to keep in daily contact afterwards for up to a week. This allows me to keep a close eye on bruising, reabsorption rate and any worries the patient may have about his post op care. I've never had any problems yet, but a good nurse always takes post op care seriously!

Edited to add, in medicine the correct spelling for the word sac is how I've used it in this blog. It's been pointed out to me on various occasions that I keep spelling it wrong! I did change it to the more commonly used sack to start with, but now I'm getting bored with it. Sac it stays, if you don't like it....tough!

Punishment

2010-11-16T22:51:00.001Z

Just a little gallery of pain and punishment that have made me smile.

Experimenting with Chastity.

2010-11-12T11:43:00.003Z

Recently I had decided to put one of my slaves into a chastity device prior to his session for a short period. We had never explored it before but had discussed it. Now was a perfect opportunity for both of us. He was going to be taking some time away from work and I was going to be in the near vicinity if an emergency arose and he needed out of it. Being the key holder with just one key meant I had control and could still make the decision about when and if he got out. So the short period before his session went without a hitch. I used the CB2000 which fitted him perfectly. I've tried it before with someone else who has a tight scrotum so it was not ideal for him unfortunately. Anyway, my particular slave on this occasion managed it well with no major complaints. There was only slight discomfort at times when trying to bend down in tight trousers etc. When it came time for him to present himself at my premises he walked gingerly up the stairs and into the chambers, while I had fun smiling. I needed him to do some chores for me before we started, one of which was to go into the loft. I realised that he would find it very difficult to climb in through the small space and crawl about up there with the device on, so as a caring Mistress (being all heart and all that) I let him out of the device a tiny bit earlier than planned. Though I did attach a ball cuff to make sure he still felt tied up.

After the chores, he was thrown into a shower with the ball cuff still on and made to make himself squeaky clean for me to start having my wicked way with him. The main activity of this session was to continue the chastity but not by mechanical means......no, this was going to be by physical means. I planned to give him a scrotal infusion, but not the usual 500mls, I wanted to give him 1000mls. Given his short holiday from work and his free diary this was going to be the perfect opportunity. However, being an impatient Missy, I did not want to faff about with doing 500mls (I've only got the 500ml bags at the moment) then changing bags to give the second one, so I opted to do 2 infusions running simultaneously, one in either ball sack. This worked perfectly and the time it took to infuse the solution into my labrat I spent on some rather interesting anaesthetic role play with my new bubble bottle, new rebreather combo and my secret solution for inducing amnesia. This enabled Nasty Nurse to have her wicked way with him, and he would have no recollection of the events. Now my dear reader, the details of what happened are for only me to know and for him to try to remember!

Before the infusion, I decide to give the patient a shave.

Surgery in progress!

The procedure gets under way.

Almost there, and the weight of the balls is almost pulling the cannula out. I think 1 litre is just about enough!

The finished article.

In the suspension sling, a perfect target.

Waiting to be tortured.....well that's what I see!

So, you're probably wondering how a scrotal inflation enables chastity. Well lets face it, no bugger is going to manage a wank with that walnut whip sized cock, not at least until the swelling has gone down. And for my amusement...it won't go down for another 48-72 hours.

I decided to take quite a few pictures to chart my success with the first 1 litre of saline I've infused and then afterwards took him into the dungeon to be the first to use my suspension sling (I'm not sure he was glad he had gone into the loft to do the last final touches to the suspension now). Especially not since I decided to make that large mono sack the object of my flogging/slapping and cropping!

New Pictures

2010-11-03T14:49:00.000Z

I've only managed to find room for a handful of pictures on my site, so here is another little selection until I get time for a gallery.

I know we've seen these shoes before, but they are my favourites at the moment.

This is a lovely latex apron made for me and if you cannot see it properly the funnel is attached to an inflatable gag for watersports....latex lends itself so well to watersports scenes!

Just showing a bit of leg!

A lovely POV (point of view) shot from inside the gas mask with the breathing hose leading away from it.

Can you tell I love my apron?

A POV shot for shoe and foot worshippers to enjoy.

Am I showing my stocking top?? Is that the reason for the sharp intake of breath?, no it's the thought of the gas mask!!

Because we have an extra hour....

2010-10-31T10:23:00.001Z

Here is something to spend a few of those extra 60 minutes on.......Enjoy

However, if you like your fetish and D/s a little less polished you might.........Enjoy this

A sneak preview

2010-10-25T18:10:00.002+01:00

Just thought I'd give a little taster of the new pictures I've had done recently. As stated before I'm still not showing my face. This has been something widely discussed on Professional Domination fora, the pro's and con's of such. I made my decision a long time ago due to personal reasons not to show my face. Those reasons don't wholly apply any more. I could in essence put my face pictures up without too much stress to myself. However, I'm not in a hurry to do so and here's why. I've found in the last couple of years that not having my face on my website is not in the least bit of a hindrance. The people that I want to session with, and therefore want to appeal to, put far more emphasis on what I say on my website than what I look like in principle. Obviously they get a hint of what my figure is like, how I like to dress in session, how I hold myself, but no facial features. My website and what I say, I hope puts across far more of what I'm like than any facial feature could. Everyone reads into a picture different things. To be crude....when it comes to my website, I'd much prefer people to be looking at the 'text and not the tits'....though I'm sure that happens!

I've grown accustomed to my anonymity as time has gone on. I'm sure there are plenty people who know who I am, it's not so much a concern any longer. I even think my brother has seen my website and knows it's me, no big deal. Big brov, if you're reading this, I'm sure you're a bigger pervert than I'll ever be!! So, no it's not so much the people that are close to me finding out that I don't want, I just want to blend in when I'm doing my shopping. I don't want to find someone looking at me thinking....where do I know her from and puzzling over it. I don't have a problem with people I've sessioned with seeing me outside. I have a very good visual memory (poor memory for other things) so I would know if that person is looking at me because we have spent an hour or two together at some point. I have no control over who looks at my website, and judging by my webstats, there are quite a lot of you. so given that, it's a lot of exposure to have. I don't want to go to the dentist to be wondering if the guy rummaging about in my mouth has also seen my bum. Now don't go telling me dentists are not kinky, I've got a few who come to me as clients!

I get people coming to see my telling me they imagined me with different colour hair. Or they imagined I'd be older or something else that does not quite fit. I find it amusing, given that I never know what anyone looks like until they walk through my door for the first time. I've stopped trying to imagine what people look like. Until I see them in the flesh, they are just a voice to me, assuming I can understand them. Some people tell me they liked the mystery of not knowing what I look like. I actually enjoy the fact they don't get to see me until I decide. It's another element of control I have. I wait until they are inside the doorway before I reveal myself, that way they cannot get back out the door once they have seen what a minger I am! Seriously though, I love the power of just slowly revealing myself to them. I consider myself to be fairly attractive, if not very attractive (depending on my mood). So I like to see the look of pleasant surprise on their faces when they realise at least I don't have two heads, a big gap between my teeth and I have a perfect smile, sadistic, but perfect!

Foot Fetishists Fayre

2010-10-22T14:12:00.003+01:00

Whilst sorting out my photographs from my recent trip to Berlin I came across a little folder I've been adding to every now and then. To be honest I'd forgotten all about it and had not added much in a while. As you can no doubt guess it's a shoe/boot folder. A folder with some shots from session, taken from the sub's POV, not something I'm inclined to put on my website as they just don't make the grade, but worth admiring all the same. I have a particular passion for shoes with stiletto heels, the kind that lend themselves nicely to slipping into a slave's mouth for some worship, or indeed other areas. I was chatting to a very hard core CBT enthusiast in Berlin who has had his mistress insert her stiletto heel into his urethra, with protection on of course. He sent me the link to the picture and sure enough that lovely stiletto is nestled securely in his urethra. Something I'm going to have to try sometime, though I'm a bit concerned re cross infection. So I'll have to give it some thought, unless anyone can point me in the direction of sterile condoms.....perhaps sterile gloves would do it, though not as thin, so the sensation may be lost......something to think about.

Heels are great for other forms of torment of course. Now that I've got my suspension rigged up, I've been quite partial to having someone on the floor and trampling them whilst having a secure bar to hold on to, even swing from while they are below me taking in exactly where that stiletto heel is going to stop...will it be his balls?, cock?, chest?, thigh?, or even his face to try to manipulate that heel right into his mouth. Fun times indeed.

Good old fashioned shoe/boot worship is lovely too, but I prefer to be a bit inventive. Having someone who is a shoe fetishist hog-tied then egging them on to worship my shoes whilst continually moving just that one step further is all too amusing, or at least for me it is. Watching them writhe, wriggle, get exhausted, want to give up but also wanting to be right under the sole of that foot as much as their body will allow....happy days for a sensual sadist. It also feeds my love of rope bondage, two for the price of one....yum.

Food play is another way to enjoy shoe/boot and even foot worship. I've been known to indulge in some splosh play with lots of gooey, gorgeous mess. Rubbing my feet all over his face, chest, abdomen. However, it's got to all be sweet, I loathe the thought of savoury stuff under my feet. Mostly because I want to join in, once I've smeared some strawberries/raspberries and cream over my slaves face and chest, I do indulge in nibbling myself, though I'm much more likely to get a nipple between my teeth mistaking it for a ripe raspberry or two.

Pervery on the go!

2010-10-21T23:39:00.001+01:00

I'm just about recovered from my late nights living it up in Berlin. I'm getting too old for silly o' clock bedtimes 4 nights in a row. My travelling companion is just ever so slightly older than me and managed it well, so there is hope for me that with more exposure to this I can cope a bit better......with that in mind I'm planning my next trip to the Fetish Capital of Europe....:)

I won't bore you, my dear reader with all the ins and outs of my time in Berlin. Suffice to say, we managed to live it up in bars/clubs at night, do a bit of pervy shopping during the day and still manage to do the main vanilla sites in the city. Though, due to my travel companion being a bit of a "dafty" there were one or two places of interest we did not quite make it to. Lesson learnt on my part, if you want anything done right, do it yourself!

So I'm home now, with a few more toys to play with. A few Cp bits and pieces as well as a lovely new sling for my suspension. It just needs my pervy handy man to sort out a little customisation for me and we are good to go. Which brings me back to the title, due to the fabby Mobile Dungeon housed outside one of the fetish shops we visited. I was tempted to steal the keys and go for a spin....but I'm too much of a good girl, so I just took a picture and drooled over the contents!

Pictures, Videos and Non Consensual Pain!

2010-10-13T00:46:00.003+01:00

The picture above is from a recent session. I'm enjoying breath play a lot more these days. Though I don't use poppers or chemicals (not knocking it, it's just not for me), you can still get quite spacey from breath restriction, forced breathing, rebreathing and even nebuliser therapy...it's all good fun. It's another way for me to get close to my subs, get to look into their eyes, and make them look into mine as I see them getting whoozy.

Part of today was spent on a fetish photoshoot. I had great fun with some new outfits and a good few of my toys (My Latex Lovers will be pleased). The photographer is amazing and did some really cool things with the shots. I'm looking forward to seeing what the end result is like. Don't get too excited though, I'm still headless, but lets face it, it's the cleavage you all look at first anyway!!!

Always remember, if you look at my cleavage I'm not happy, if you don't look at my cleavage I'm not happy! Mistress is always right....:D

A routine visit to the dentist developed into some non consensual pain after treatment. I was brave though and spent the whole time in his chair checking out his dental light. I came to the conclusion that mine is much better!

My webslave has been doing a little bit of tinkering on my site and I now have a dedicated page for my videos to make them easier to find. They take a few minutes to load but I'm assured they are worth it. Go have a look Here for some fabulous shoes and some mild torture.

My Human Pinata

2010-10-09T01:05:00.000+01:00

I had fun hitting him with a stick!

I'm liking

2010-10-04T11:06:00.000+01:00

My new ankle suspension cuffs. Makes for a very vulnerable position to have someone in. Once you lose the boxer shorts there is no hiding place and I can certainly get good access for a little spot of CBT. I'm still waiting on the wrist cuffs being made as I asked for one or two adjustments to them. Once they arrive there will be even more possibilities for me to enjoy myself.

The Lure of Latex

2010-10-01T16:07:00.006+01:00

I know I've written about this before. However, I'm Domme, I'm allowed to repeat myself. Seriously though, the last time I blogged about latex it was to describe a particular session with rubber treatment. Today I'm more than happy to explore the headspace that latex and rubber can evoke.

For me there are so many things to love about latex, and I'm sure you've heard them all. However to make this blog worth reading it's worth repeating them. The smell firstly is intoxicating, especially if the latex or rubber is new. However, you can prolong that very emotive smell with good care and good quality latex shine. Then of course there is the feel, how it feels against the skin, pulling everything inwards, causing a feeling of restriction, causing the temperature to fluctuate, causing the inhabitant to either perspire enormously, or shiver uncontrollably. The touch, running your hands over either your own body or someone else's in latex can excite the senses beyond belief.

Despite being the Dominant, I like to think that, like a lot of what I do, latex is a shared pleasure. It can be totally hedonistic taking time and effort to get ready for a session. Nothing about dressing in latex is quick and easy, and that is the attraction. The slow build up to the headspace and physical feelings indulging in this fetish brings. If I have someone come for a primarily latex session, I always want to wear latex myself. Not because I want to pander to their fetish, but because I want to indulge in mine. I want to feel my pulse getting slightly quicker as I pull on that catsuit or dress, and the smell and feelings wash over me. I want to feel the pleasure of having someone shine up my latex while I'm wearing it, feel the cold damp cloth glide over the contours of my body and feel myself shiver underneath while my play partner is trying to concentrate on what he is doing, but knowing he is struggling with his quickening breath and pulse. Total indulgence and total immersion for me is a fast track to hedonism within session. Then of course, they may need some shining up too and I get to tease and torment as my hand glides over all areas. I get to choose which areas to spend a bit more time on, and which ones I will just lightly skim, causing a desperation and longing in their moans and whimpers.

When I have someone totally enclosed in latex, especially a catsuit, I love to spend time running my hands over the contours of their body, running my nails along the zips and feel them shiver and grow underneath. I take my time feeling every aspect of that latex, with different parts of me. The chest area is an expanse so often ignored. I like to run the whole palm of my hands over it like giving a deep massage, causing the latex to make that wonderful rubber snapping sound that latex fetishists love, hearing that noise, then hearing them moan is delightful.

Hoods hold a particular delight, especially totally enclosed hoods with a closed mouth. Mostly I don't tend to shine the hoods. Some people might be disappointed until they know why. I'm sure my regular rubber fetishists know why........ok I'll tell. I like to run my tongue all over that totally enclosed face. It's an erotic passion of mine, and no latex shine is going to stop me indulging. Taking my time, very slowly using my tongue to outline every undulation on that face, spending longer over the eyes in the hope I can tickle the eyelashes, trying to see if I can nibble on an earlobe then very slowly and tenderly moving onto the lips tracing my tongue along the ridges and forcing my tongue to part the lips still encased in latex underneath me, all of this adds to the increased breathing and pulse rate of my play partner (and possibly even me:))

The bottom picture in the set above shows my play partner with a combination of hoods on. This is called layering and is something else I love to do. We started off with a fairly thin latex hood with eye holes and a mouth hole. Next another thicker, heavier hood was added on top. The restriction now starts to build up. This hood has a second outer layer which can be zipped up to bring the total layers on his face to 3. At this stage he can still feel me licking and running my tongue over him, but his breathing is becoming a bit more of an effort and this adds to his enjoyment. Then lastly a loose bag style thick latex hood is added and tied tightly. This bag only has 2 tiny breathing holes, so breathing again is getting harder, though not impossible. Then of course I still manage to run my tongue over the contours of his face and can tell by his moans that he can still feel what I'm doing. If I'm feeling really devious, I'll block up the breathing holes while I indulge in some latex loving of his face....at this point I think he died and went to heaven. I certainly was on cloud 9 with how much I enjoyed it.

Insanity Calling

2010-09-30T23:18:00.005+01:00

Insanity seems like home every time I get a new phone, and today was no different.

This phone was bought for me, like my last 2 by someone who knows me well, and knows how frustrated I get when I cannot figure out how to work the bloody things. Hence the reason I've never gone for a Blackberry et al, I would have stomped on it with my best Jimmy Choos (aka, a good old pair of Doc Martins) or fed it to the dog when the going got tough.

So the features for my new phone as always, I think, are quite straightforward. It should be the same make as my last one, one or two models up, have the same basic functionality, and easily accept any data to be transferred over.....sounds simples so far (as Aleksandr would say!) Not so in my little world today......:(

Today was a day of communication drought, no phone calls to be had, no texts (not that they are allowed) no groovy ringtone, no address book, not even a hint of a carrier pigeon called Speckled Jim. However, I kept my cool, didn't stamp on it once, left the dog hungry and ordered someone else to sort the problem out. As of tonight, I have full connectivity and normal service has resumed. Not sure we can call it sanity though....:)

Ps, No animals were hurt in the making of this blog. The only dogs I own are my lovely human puppies....:D. And as you no doubt know, Speckled Jim was shot and ate by Blackadder, nought to do with me g'vner!

Time for Some Pervery

2010-09-26T11:32:00.001+01:00

I've now been back over a week and fully back into the swing of things. Including enjoying my new toy, well, when I say toy it's more of an addition. I've had overhead suspension for a while, but with no winch it made it quite limiting, though it was good enough for what I wanted initially. This was in essense to raise someones arms above thier head and give a sense of vulnerability. It soon became apparent to me that what I wanted was much more flexibility in creating vulnerable states. So while I was off trekking half way around the world my two trusted house slaves camped out at my place to do a few odd jobs, and to put a big smile on my face by fitting an electric winch. And smile I did!!!! I'm absolutely delighted with it and what I can do with it. I've been hampered at the moment by that fact I don't have proper suspension cuffs but I've still been able to have fun using rope, my suspension bar and some imagination.

With any free time I've had this week I've been busy scouring the net for the best quality suspension cuffs (ankle and wrist). Unfortunately, my most favourite supplier, Top to Bottom Leathers, can only do the wrist ones, so they have been duly ordered. The ankle ones are going to be ordered today from Fetters and hopefully won't be too long in the making. Then I can really get devious with my plans for another way to have total access to all areas....happy days.

Wow Moments

2010-09-18T09:39:00.005+01:00

There have certainly been plenty of Wow Moments in my life over the last few weeks. This being one of them, after spending half a day trekking and bushwhacking our way up onto the Great Wall. You just about catch your breath from the hiking to have it taken away again by the enormity of the view and the scale of what you are standing on.

Thanks to everyone who supported me on this trek, be it financially with sponsorship (almost £3600 raised at last count!) or emotional support due to my reasons for doing it (especially bill, ian and Alan) and also those who gave practical help and support (bill and ian again, as well as Ann, Alan and David). Without all these people in my life, I would not have even attempted this challenge never mind completed it. Massive kudos to you all.

Lastly I'd just like to thank S, the reason I did this challenge.....Miss You Much , never far from my thoughts!

Invasions and insertions.

2010-09-02T11:05:00.002+01:00

I've been doing lots more medical sessions these days. Which is understandable as my new medical site just went live about a month or so ago. I don't like prescriptive sessions so the people who have come to me (and I guess the people who I appeal to) are ones who quite happily give up control as well as have a medical fetish. These two aspects are not mutually exclusive, thankfully, so when combined it makes for my ideal patient...:)

Which brings me onto what I wanted to talk about...invasions, either anal or urethral. I love to do both in a slow, controlled manner. Always reminding the patient that they are giving up control for a reason. I enjoy pointing out the fact that I see it as a role reversal. A compliant male being made to submit to penetration by the female, having to open themselves up, either enjoying or not the vulnerability that these actions and feelings bring. It's quite a headtrip I find.

In some cases the patient likes to watch as the shiny urethral sound is being passed along the length of their penis, some would rather lie back and just feel the sensations as they wash over them. Some get a thrill as we go larger and larger with the sounds, especially when they could not imagine even the smallest of sounds going in there. Van buren sounds are the best for the mindfuck indeed. With their curved end, you can see the look of horror when they first see it and cannot for the life of them imagine how that rather curvaceous gal is going to go all the way in (in many people I've managed to get by the bladder sphincter into the bladder). Getting to the bladder is a whole new ball game too. Both patient and Nurse know exactly when that last little sphincter has been invaded, the sensation for the patient can be overwhelming, and as The Practitioner, you certainly know when you feel that sphincter give way and let you invade yet another orifice......lovely.

When it comes to the proctoscopy clinic, much the same feelings are aroused....as well as physical sensations when you happen to include the prostate. Again some people like to watch as the rather large proctoscope slides in, well placed mirrors in a medical room are a must for this, as well as an overhead medical lamp to get some light on the subject. I like to make sure the scope is nice and cold, so they can feel the lovely cold steel making it's way into their body. This cold feeling does not last long, as you know metal is a good conductor of heat, so body heat brings this little cold fellow to life. So much so, one person asked recently if I had added electrics to the scope as he could feel it heating up....:) Once in, the inner introducer can be removed and a light attachment added for further investigation. This adds to the feelings of vulnerability and can sometimes feel humiliating, depending on the dynamic.

One last thing to mention is the mind-blowing sensation if you happen to combine the introduction of Van buren sounds, which hug the prostate on it's way to the bladder, with some anal and prostate exploration. Being able to digitally feel both the prostate and the sound via the anus can cause quite a stir down there. This is where a totally electric state of the art gynae chair comes in handy. The Nurse no longer has to arch her back and become a contortionist just to get everything to click into place, it's all so effortless now, giving much more time and energy to concentrate on the patient and the reaction to his treatments.....:)

The Evolution of Dominance

2010-08-18T10:20:00.000+01:00

I've written before about activity led versus control led sessioning. This blog overlaps somewhat. It more relates to personal relationships than Professional ones though that in itself may overlap too.

As I've said before, there are lots of activities I enjoy, some I absolutely love. When I first realised I had a Dominant streak BDSM was not even on my radar. I just knew that in relationships, I liked to be in control, I liked to be the one calling the shots. When I looked at the relationships I had and the men I was drawn to, I noticed I picked men who liked to be with someone like me. I did not have to wrestle with anyone for control, they happily gave up control, and for the most part it worked, and worked well.

I've been thinking recently about how I was in the old days when there was not any particular BDSM activity in my life, just the exchange of power and I wonder how I got to where I am now. Don't misunderstand, I enjoy a lot of activities, I just wonder how important it is to some people. Would they still love their Dominant/Mistress if she came from the vanilla world, had no concept of 'BDSM play' or activities, had no interest in them, but was a truly Dominant, loving, caring partner? And if the activities are very important, does that mean the Mistress as a person takes a back seat? Who is in control then? I'm not talking about fetishists here, as they clearly have a need for something to feel fulfilled, I am talking about people who identify as being submissive. If that is how they identify, surely they are submitting to the person, whether there is any play or activity involved or not.

When I go on holiday with my two houseslaves there is very little play involved. I might take some rope to tie them up of an evening, but mostly it's a time to be chilled out, chat, catch up, recharge and unwind. I don't feel under any pressure to play, and certainly would not if I did anyway. I 'know' with these two, without any doubt, that they submit to the person. Seeing me in muddy hiking boots with no make up and my hair scraped back is not a new fetish as far as I know!

Onwards, Upwards and Outward Bound!

2010-08-10T23:31:00.003+01:00

I had a 3 hour session booked with one of my long term slaves on Sunday. It was such a glorious day, not something that happens often in Edinburgh and not one I was going to miss taking advantage of. So a last minute change meant throwing a select few items into a bag, dressing my slut in appropriate underwear and corset under his clothes and heading out into the sunshine to enjoy a bit of outdoor pervery.

Given that Edinburgh city centre is jam packed at the moment with festival goers I decided it was best to head to the coast. Before long we were sitting on a lovely bench looking out over the water enjoying the suns rays while my little subbie boy was enjoying some carefully timed electric shocks to his cock and balls. It was most amusing, given that he had a corset on so was finding it difficult to sit comfortably in the first place. When I added in a little (or large) shock every now and then, I'm sure passers by thought he was having some sort of seizure, most embarrassing for him, and most amusing for me. We then went for lunch, he was only allowed to drink the special apple juice I had brought along for him, while I enjoyed my coffee and him squirming every now and then when I teased him about his slut status. Other torments included nipple clamps, tied up balls, electrics that when in tune to the music while driving and an apple core being used as a gag. As I said, all very amusing for me. We then returned to my premises to extend the session by an hour and torment him further. It's true what they say, getting out and about does you the world of good. It did for me anyway!

One of my houselaves has suddenly burst into activity and finished all the little tasks he has promised to do for me as well as a little surprise. He made me a latex vac bed over a year ago and has promised to make me a latex apron with the left over latex, so that arrived at my premises at the weekend with this other little surprise, a lovely latex pillow. I was delighted. I've been looking at buying a latex pillow case for the past few weeks so I'm glad I hadn't got round to it. I also want a latex patient gown but there is no more latex left so I will ask one of the latex designers if they could do it for me. I'm sure it will be easy to do, it looks fairly simple.

My electric winch arrived today. I've not had an opportunity to see it yet but I'm very excited about getting it sorted. I've spent part of my day off today trying to source some enema equipment that I'd like. It's not proving very fruitful which means I'm a tad frustrated. However, onwards and upwards with the google searching.

Festival of Kink

2010-08-06T11:14:00.005+01:00

Well my little town of Edinburgh is heaving with lots of lovely interesting, outrageous, gorgeous and not so gorgeous people. Which can only mean one thing, the Edinburgh Festival is in town. I went out last night to see Camille O' Sullivan, a gorgeous vocalist with a cleavage and corset to die for. I've been to her shows a few times before and certainly was not disappointed. Though I was disappointed she did not come over and fawn over one of my male companions like she did last time. It was also an opportunity for me to wear a corset in public, far too rare an opportunity these days.

My new clamp has arrived and I've already rigged it up onto my gyn chair and it works perfectly. One of my houseslaves is very clever with adapting various items and between the two of us we have come up with a fair few items that may just be making an appearance in the medical room soon. Before long I'm sure my medical room will resemble more of a mad scientists lab than a treatment room. Don't worry though, it will still remain clinical, clean and uncluttered. Like my dungeon, I prefer my space to look and feel uncluttered. I think the crossover will suit my mood quite well. As I said before I'm getting more into the mad scientist meets nasty nurse role all the time.

On the subject of experiments, I'm going to be experimenting with a few different recipes for enemas. So far I've tended to stick with salt/water or soap/water or golden enemas. Having read a bit more about honey and milk enemas on someone else's blog, I decided to look into more adventurous enemas for differing sensations. The honey and milk one or milk and molasses are definitely more of a punishment/humiliation enema as they can lead to cramping and possibly wind....not one for everyday kink! If I was feeling very kind I might administer a nice herbal enema and then tuck the patient up in bed with a nice bedtime story. On second thoughts, I think I'll go back to the punishment enemas. Far more scope for me to have fun while the patient is in pain....:)

Today

2010-08-02T12:03:00.003+01:00

I'm having fun ordering new things for my premises. There is always something on my wishlist. Always something I want to modify to see if I can make it work better, be more ingenious with how it works and just generally add more kink and curiosity to the norm that could be called my premises.

I've got a suspension of sorts. Not full suspension, but enough to have someone shackled. I do manage to winch up limbs but I would like to do it better. So I'm looking at electrical winches, or manual winches and all sorts of adaptable and pervertable goodies on hardware/ironmonger stores. I've also got an idea for a clamp to fix to my new gyn chair so that I can clamp the persons penis (ohh how clinical!!) to be held up out the way when I'm working on their balls. Not exactly neccessary, but I like the idea of it. I like the idea of bringing the mad scientist together with the Nasty Nurse for out of this world experimentation on my labrats. I just need a helping hand with the practicalities of it sometimes. DIY was never my forte, nor do I want it to be. I just like having the ideas.

I've also been looking through old pictures and came across the above two. I'm no budding photographer, however, I did like how in the first one, you can see the reflection of the restricted gimp in the mirror....bliss.

Activity V's Control

2010-07-25T22:59:00.003+01:00

I'm often asked what is my favourite activity. I'm always at a loss to think of what to reply. I love lots of things, from rope bondage, to medical play, to OTK spanking. However, it's not that I find it so difficult to determine what is my absolute favourite. It's more to do with the fact that the dynamic, control, power, and power transferance is what I'm most interested in. Seeing someones eyes when they acknowledge their submission, and acknowledge your control is a sublime moment. My Dominance is made up of many of these moments. I see it when I have someone in the gynae chair all bandaged up, when all I can see is their eyes, and they communicate with me so well. I know it sounds cliched, which is why I'm reluctant to write about it somewhat, but I get asked so often this vital question. Sessions that are activity led can be restricing and repetitive. Give me someone who knows what their limits are, then leaves the rest up to me and I'm in heaven. I want first to establish our connection, not worry how I'm going to fit in the practicalities of his list of must have activities.

I find that there are 3 main types of player.

1. Someone who wants to session and submit to an activity.
2. Someone who wants to session and submit to a fetish.
3. Someone who wants to session and submit to me, me as a person, me as a whole individual. Not me, the fantasy they have in their head about how a Mistress should look, act or dress.

Number 3 is always the kind of person I like to develop a dynamic with. I'm willing to give a lot of who I am in session, just as long as they are willing to do the same for me.

Website updates and photoshoots.

2010-07-25T19:19:00.006+01:00

As you may know, I recently launched my new medical site. Due to this, I've been very busy, therefore, my main site has been neglected somewhat. I've had a backlog of feedback that people are keen to see on the site. I have information that is now outdated (the information regarding the schoolroom especially) and I've got some photographs that are now out of date too (the ones showing the old medical set-up). Hopefully all that is now being addressed. I spent a good few hours yesterday with my lovely web-slave giving him lots of direction regarding the text, moving pictures, new pictures and general layout. I don't think many people will notice a huge difference, just subtle tweaking I'm sure. It's not so easy trying to do the changes via email, so yesterday was one of the first opportunities we had to get together for that. Fingers crossed it won't be too long until those changes go live and I can be happy that both sites are up to date and just the way I want them.

After the website work, it was time to play. We then went on to do a lovely, fun photoshoot to celebrate his service to me over the last 4 years. We had a photoshoot done a few years ago, which was a lovely thing to do, but it was time to update those pictures as time moves on, as well as interests. We did not do very many fetish ones, just one set. The other 3 sets were ones in a few different outfits. Despite me having fixed ideas about my outfits, I had no fixed ideas about pictures. I really just wanted to see how the mood took us and what we felt like doing at the time. As it turned out, we had lots of fun just interacting and free-flowing with our dynamic. I'm so looking forward to seeing some of the pictures we created.

Ps The picture above is not from the new photoshoot.

Consent and Confidentiality

2010-07-22T20:27:00.002+01:00

I'm very conscious of confidentiality, given I don't show my face. I like to show the same courtesy to my lovely models who contribute to my fun in session and my ramblings here. Everyone who appears on these pages has given their permission for their pictures to appear. I always vet the pictures carefully to make sure there are no identifiable features. I'm also quite careful in what I disclose about our sessions, I don't disclose enough detail of someones likes or dislikes for anyone else to identify them should they wish to try to play detective. Of course, should anyone change their mind at a later date about being included in these blogs, then they are all aware that I'd respect their privacy and remove any posts/pictures or details. My problem now is not that I don't have enough willing volunteers to be included in the pictures, it's that I've got too many. Everyone wants to see their picture up there. Variety, as they say, is the spice of life!

Various Stages of Rubber Treatment.

2010-07-18T18:01:00.008+01:00

This particular rubber patient submitted to my desires to have him in his full rubber catsuit, shined up beautifully, while I was suitably clad in my rather tight blue Nurses Dress. He was firstly treated in the dungeon to a liberal dose of my new rubber bag hood. Then once he had become accustomed to the lovely latex newness smell, it was into the treatment room for some restictive hooding and breathplay, coupled with an oral exam, lots of differing gags, latex inhalation therapy, and finally some dental treatment. He was finally discharged with some home care advice and follow up appointment made for review of these treatments. The only disappointment I have with these pictures is, I was having so much fun with the hoods I forgot to shine them up and make them as glossy as the suit....tut tut! I can feel the wrath of hard-core rubberists as I hang my head in shame.

Time for your Treatment!

2010-07-16T18:32:00.017+01:00

My new Clinic has opened and has already been successfully consulting, examining, treating and then discharging those who seek a more relaxed and convenient enviroment than the modern NHS can provide.

I've been enjoying all sorts of medical fetish treatments from sounds, to catheterisation, electrics, sutures and breath control. I'm sure my patients have enjoyed them too. Certainly they all had a clean bill of health when I discharged them.

Details of my new clinic can be found here

View From the Inside Out

2010-07-13T21:34:00.007+01:00

This is the view from the inside of my cell, when not hooded or blindfolded of course. I'm reliably informed that once the cell door and outer door is closed, the darkness descends and does not let up. Given that it's totally black inside, mostly there is no need for a hood. However, I just like to hood my captives to add to the experience. So, what does Mistress get up to while you're her captive in the cell? Mostly, if I'm truthful I get bored when I'm not doing bad things and interacting with my victims. I don't mind admitting it. So if you have a fantasy that Mistress is enjoying her time away from you being dismissive of you and your existance then I'm going to disappoint and interrupt that fantasy. I usually spend the time getting set up for what I want to do to you next. Getting out my electrics and all the attachments, laying out one of the bodybags on the rack, or getting the suspension bar ready. So when I eventually do let you out of the cell I can get right back into laying my hands on you and practicing my dark sadistic art. Fun times!

Isolation, Not for The Faint-Hearted

2010-07-11T21:28:00.008+01:00

This is my new Leather Hood from Top To Bottom Leathers. It's called a Controller Hood and is a fully lined, quality leather extreme hood (thanks for the gift my little Bondage Bunny). Now, why is it extreme? Well it's very tight fitting for a start. It has very thick padding and double leather over the ears, so sound is very difficult if not impossible to hear. The lace up closure at the back means it can be tightened once in place to feel extremely tight and restrictive. The eyes are pepper-pot but with the clip on padded blindfold there is no way any light is getting into this baby. The mouth gaurd also ensures no light from there manages to find it's way in. This hood arrived with a lovely breath-through gag attachment which I've not used in this pic, but allows me to take control of breathing while the lucky sub is in it. Add all this in to total enclosure, with the leather body bag, and you have one very intense experience. As I've said, it's not for the faint-hearted.

Incidently, I don't think it's a coincidence that there is a website called not for the faint-hearted, for extreme caving in Yorkshire. I bet they get more light and feel less claustrophobic down there than they would in this hood.

Objects in the Rear View Mirror, May Appear Closer Than They Are!

2010-07-08T23:14:00.004+01:00

Or Does my bum look big in this??

A tiny taster of some shots I've had done recently. I wanted this shot done specifically as it's something I do quite often in session if I'm doing a good old fashioned spanking. If the sub has been good, and I feel deserves it, I will climb up on the spanking bench and continue spanking with their head between my thighs. If they are very lucky they won't be wearing a blindfold....ah happy days!

Inspired

2010-07-06T20:26:00.012+01:00

Inspired by this website, and this shot in particular, I decided to do some shots of my own. There will be 4 shots in total that show for me some aspect that I find beautiful about submission. Due to my commitment to another ongoing project, I've only managed to do one shot so far (above). However, I do have the ideas for the other 3. I plan to print them and have them displayed in my premises. My other project is nearing completing so I'm hopeful that I can get back to being creative with this little project again soon. Watch this space.

Lovely Latex

2010-07-04T21:47:00.005+01:00

It's not just for me to wear in session...oh no! Despite the recent warm weather the latex still gets an airing in my chambers. I am a member of a forum that asked the question about sessioning in the hot weather and how people feel about it. Well my answer was simple, I live in Scotland, we are the only people looking forward to global warming! In other words, it never gets too warm up here to adversly affect sessions. Even if it did get far too hot for latex, I'm sadistic, it's my prerogative to make my slaves feel uncomfortable for my amusement, and amuse me they do!

Ready for Bastinado

2010-07-02T00:12:00.004+01:00

A brilliant position for caning the soles of the feet. There was nowhere for him to go, nicely restrained. This particular sub was in trouble for something only he knows....but hopefully won't forget. I had fun, especially when he said he would remember that pain the next time he was at the dentist!!

My New Delrin Cane

2010-07-01T23:28:00.004+01:00

My new Delrin cane really does leave it's mark

All tied up in knots

2010-06-28T16:09:00.005+01:00

Actually, the title is a lie, there is only usually one knot if any in most of my ropework. I love spending time and being methodical when doing ropework. I find something almost hypnotic doing it, and I mean hypnotic for me. Many have said being on the receiving end is hypnotic, but I can also get into that trance like state just slowing working through the next pull, making sure it is tight, evenly spaced and looks good. I do so love the asthetics of good ropework. I tend to take my little rope pet over to the mirror to show them how they look front and back so they get an appreciation of the asthetics too. Most, if not all love to look at themselves all bound up, almost as much as I like to look at them all bound up.

Today's offering

2010-06-27T11:51:00.004+01:00

A few from the archive. December 2009, one of my Christmas presents to myself. I had him wrapped especially.

Hello

2010-05-21T17:39:00.004+01:00

Good evening to anyone and everyone. I'm just in the process of starting this blog. I wanted somewhere to post some random thoughts and somewhere to manage some of my session pictures. Hopefully I can add session pictures here with relative ease which will keep my site fairly free and easy to navigate and will mean that those who want to view such pics can and those not interested don't come across too many on my site.

I'm not a great fan of 'cock shots' and generally avoid them on my site. However, sometimes the offending article does get in the way, or should I say it is central to the picture. So they will appear from time to time but hopefully in a more artistic form than just smutty cock shots!!